A 



COLLECTION 

OF 

HYMNS, 

FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS', 

INTENDED AS A. 

SUPPLEMENT 

TO 

DR. WATTS' PSALMS AND HYMNS. 
BY JOHN MEAD BAY. 

A NEW EDITION: IN TWO PARTS. 



SUDBURY: 

PRINTED AND SOLD BY J. BURKITT. 

AND MAY EE HAD OF J» CONDER, ST. PAUL'S CHURCH YARD. 
AND W. BAINES, PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON. 

1816. 



TO THE 




CONGREGATION 



OF 



OTESTANT DISSENTERS, 



AT THE 

OLD MEETING-HOUSE, 

IN TOKEN OF GRATEFUL RESPECT, 

THIS COLLECTION OF HYMNS 

IS INSCRIBED, 

BY THEIR OBLIGED AND 

AFFECTIONATE FRIEND, 

JOHN MEAD RAY, 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



Note, The Letters a, b, denote the First and Second Book* 
The figures direct to the Hy?nn» 



A. 


B. 


H. 


A present God is all our strength 


b 


183 


A sacred spring, at God's command 


a 


162 


Adieu to all my fond pursuits 


a 


141 


Again my weekly labours end 


b 


170 


Again the Lord of life and light 


a 


164 


Ah, why should this immortal mind 


a 


130 


Ah, vainly anxious, leave the Lord 


b 


98 


Alas, how fast our moments fly 


b 


77 


Almighty Father, gracious Lord 


b 


9 


Almighty maker, God 


b 


2 


All hail, the pow'r of Jesu's name 


a 


200 


Amazing beauteous change 


b 


191 


Amidst the various scenes of ills 


b 


97 


And art thou with us, gracious Lord 


a 


102 


And art thou, gracious master, gone 


b 


101 


And is the gospel peace and love 


a 


50 


And shall we still be slaves 


b 


93 


And will the Judge descend 


b 


79 


And will the Lord thus condescend 


a 


71 


And will the majesty of heav'n 


a 


169 


And why do our admiring eyes 


a 


197 


Angels, roll the rock away 


a 


57 


Arise and hail the happy day 


a 


48 



Vi fx\BL£ (J I' LINES. 



B. H. 

Arise, my tenderest thoughts arise b 52 

Arise, ye saints arise b 122 

As shipwreck' d mariners desire b 106 

Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise | 13G 

Awake, awake, my sluggish soul a 80 

Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes a 78. 

Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve a 122 

Awake, our drowsy souls b 169 

Awake,, ye saints, and raise your eyes a 12 L 

B. 

Before the bright harmonious sphere* b 6 

Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay a 4 

Behold a stranger at the door a 70 

Behold I come, (the Saviour cries) b 165 

Behold th' amazing sight b 190 

Behold the gloomy vale b 198 

Behold the great eternal God a 23 

Behold the great Physician stands. a 140 

Behold, the path that mortals tread a 151 

Behold the Prince of peace b 62 

Behold that wise, that perfect law b 87 

Behold, where, breathing love divine a 34 

Behold, where, in a mortal form a 51 

Behold, with pleasing ecstacy a 120 

Beset with snares on ev'ry hand a 124 

Bewildered in this world of sin b 35 

Beyond my utmost wants b 146 

Beyond the glitt'ring starry globes a 62 

Blest be the- Lord that sent his son. b 37 

Blest be the tie that binds b 90 

Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine b 66 

Blest Jesus, when my soaring thoughts a 63 

Blest Jesus, bow thine ear b 175 

By thee, O Lord, theheav'ns were spread b 13 

By various maxims, forms, and rules. a 69 

C. 

Canst thou my soul, to heav'n : allied b 69 

Captain of our salvation, take b 154 

Children, to your creator God b 150 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. Hi 







n , 


Christ, the Lord, is ris n to-day 


a 




Come ev'ry pious heart 


D 


Or* 


Come heav'nly love, inspire my song 


D 


H:0 


Come, humble souls, ye- mourners, come 


a 


QQ 
Qe> 


Come let us search our M ays and try 


o 


QQ 


Com? on, my partners in distress 


D 


1 OT 
l u < 


Come, said Jesus' sacred voice 


a 




Come saints, and shout the Saviour's praise 


a 


184 


Come, thou celestial Spirit, come 


b 


151 


Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing 


a 


22 


Come tune ye saints your noblest strains 


a 


5£ 


Come weary souls with sins distress'd 


b 


49 


Courage, my soul, while God is near 


a 


29 


D. 






Day of judgment, day or wonders 


a 




Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 




ivy 


Dear Saviour, we are thine 


b 


102 


Deathless principle, arise 


b 


194 


Death, 'tis a name with terror fraught 


a 


180 


Distant Lord, from thine abode 


a 


131 


Do flesh and nature dread to die 


b 


158 


Do not I love thee, O my Lord 


a 


139 


E. 

Earth has engross'd my love too long 





1 6 


Enslav'd hy sin, and bound in chains 


b 


34 


Eternal and immortal King 


b 


12 


Eternal life, how sweet the sound 


b 


113 


Eternal Pow'r, whose high abode 


a 


7 


Eternal source of ev'ry joy 


a 


154 


Eternal source of life and thought 


b 


184 


Eternal Sun of righteousness 


h 


26 


Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise 


a 


24 


F. 

Faith adds new charms, to earthly bliss 


b 


84 


Faith leads to joys beyond the sky 


a 


82- 


Far from mortal cares retreating 


a 





VIII 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES-. 



B. H. 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee b 22 

Far from these narow scenes of night a 186 

Far from thy servants, gracious God. a 92 

Father, ador'd in worlds above . a 202 

Father divine, thy piercing eye a 96 

Father of light, we sing thy name b 17 

Father of men, thy care we bless a 144 

Father of mercies, God of love a 134 

Father of mercies, in thy word a 39 

Father of our feeble race a 94 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss a 20 

Foisake, my soul, the tents of sin a 93 

Fountain, of good, from thee proceed b 8 

Frequent the day of God returns b 171 

G. 

Gird on thy conqu'ring sword b 64 

Glory be to God on high a 8 

Glory to God in highest strains b 202 

Glory to th' eternal king a 2 

"Go," saith the Lord, " proclaim my grace a 119 

God's goodness, like the sun b 117 

God, in the gospel of his son b 83 

God moves in a mysterious way a 14 

God of eternity, from thee a 123 

God of mercy, God of love a 73 

God of my life, thro' all its days a 109 

God of my life, to thee I c all b 24 

God of our life, thy various praise a 152 

Grace, 'tis a charming sound b 85 

Great Father of mankind a 195 

Great God, in vain man's narrow view b 193 

Great God, let all my tuneful pow'rs a 153 

Great God, this sac red day of thine a 160 

Great God, what do I <ee and hear b 201 

Great God, with wonder and with praise a 38 

Great ruler of all nature's frame a 135 

Great source of life, our souls confess a 174 

Great Teacher of thy church, we own b 142 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah a 16 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES, 



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H. B. H. 

Hail sacred feast which Jesus makes b 176 

Hail the day that sees him rise a 60 

Happy the man whose wishes climb b 129 

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast a 86 

Hark, hark, the gospel trumpet sounds a 117 

Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes- a 113 

Hark, the herald angels sing a 47 

Hark, the loud trumpet of our God a 176 

Hark the notes of angels singing b 44 

Hark, the voice of love and mercy & 52 

Hark, 'tis your heav'nly Father's call a 147 

Has God been faithful to his word b 94 

Hath not the bounteous King of heav'n b 178 

Hear, gracious Sov'reign, from thy throne b 104 

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken b 115 

He dies, the friend of sinners dies a 55 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives h 59 

Heav'nly Father, gracious name a 158 

High on his Father's royal seat b 55 

Holy, holy, holy Lord a 13 

Holy, holy, holy Lord b 45 

House of our God, with cheerful anthems, ring a 191 

How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord a 25 

How can we adore, or worthily praise a 190 

How free the fountain flows b 51 

How gentle God's commands b 23 

How helpless guilty nature lies b 30 

How long shall dreams of creature-bliss a 129 

How rich thy favours, God of grace a 127 

How shall the sons of men appear b 36 

How soft the words my Saviour speaks b 50 

How sweet the name of f esus sounds b 42 

How vast is the tribute I owe a 27 

How wondrous are the works of God a 11 

i. j. 

I hear the voice of woe a 87 

I my Ebenezer raise - a 34 

I sing th' almighty pow'r of God a 1 

Jesus, and shall it ever be a 65 

Jesus^ away from earth I fly h 41 



X TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 





B. 


H. 


Jesus Christ is ris'n to-day 


a 


165 


Jesus, full of all compassion. 


a 


64 


Jesus, I love thy charming name 


a 


131 


Jesus, I love thy charming name 


b 


40 


Jesus, immortal king, ga on 


b 


65 


Jesus, lover of my soul 


b 


123 


Jesus, the friend of man 


a 


166 


Jesus, the spring of joys divine 


a 


44 


Jesus, we own thy sov'reign hand 


b 


99 


Tesus who vanquish'd all our foes 

J. " * 1"* " »v/w 


a 


114 


Jesus, where'er thy people meet 


b 


145 


If friendless in the vale of tears I stra»y 


a 


31 


In glad amazement, Lord, I stand 


b 


116 


In raptures let our hearts ascend 


b 


114 


In sleep's serene oblivion laid 


a 


156 


In vain my fancy strives to paint 


b 


11S 


In vain my roving thoughts would find 


a 


136 


Indulgent God, with pitying eye 


b 


70 


Infinite excellence is thine 


b 


58 


Infinite pow'r, eternal Lord 


b 


103 


Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way 


b 


126 


Is there a sight in earth, or heav'n 


b 


47 


K. 

xvjt t r siicnce, %ii created inings 




4 


Lr. 

Let gratitude bless the kind pow'r 


a 


143 


Let hearts and tongues unite 


b 


19 


Let heav'n burst forth into a song 


a 


118 


Let partv names no more 


a 


85 


Let Zion's watchmen all awake 


b 


181 


Lift up, ye saints, your weeping eyes 


b 


164 


Lo, God is here, let us adore 


a 


193 


Lo, he comes from heav'n descending 


b 


200 


Lo, he comes with clouds descending 


b 


166- 


Lo, on a narrow neck of land 
Long and mournful is the night 


b 


76 


a 


132 


Look back, my soul, with grateful love 


b 


134 


Look down, God, with pitying eye 


a 


m 



*TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



6. H. 

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye b 33 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing a 206 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing b 172 

Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign a 30 

Lord, let thy mercy, full and free b 82 

Lord of hosts, how lovely fair a 161 

Lord of the sabbath, hear our vows a 163 

Lord of the vineyard, we adore a 138 

Lord, plung'd in sorrow, I resign b 96 

Lord, we adore thy wondrous name b 21 

Loud let our grateful notes of praise b 152 

Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound a 116 

M. 

Mark the soft falling snow a 115 

May he, from whom all blessings flow a 204 

May I, thro' life's perplexing road b 100 

May the grace of Christ our saviour a 209 

Mighty God, while angels bless thee a 49 

More of thy presence, Lord, impart a 196 

Must friends and kindred droop and die a 178 

My God, assist me, while I raise b 118 

My God, my Father, cheering name b 14 

My God, my King, to thee I'll raise a 205 

My God, the cov'nant of thy love a 1-06 

My God, whose all-pervading eye b 163 

My gracious Lord, I own thy right a 125 

My maker and my king b t* 

My Saviour, let me hear thy voice b 74 

My soul, review the trembling days b 135 

My soul, the awful hour will come b 189 

My soul, triumphant in the Lord a. 108 

My soul, with all thy waken'd pow'rs b t97 

My thoughts, that oft ascend the skies a 179 

N. 

No, I will cleave to earth no more % Si 

Now be that sacrifice survey'd a 167 

Now begin, the heav'nly theme b 38 

Now in my early days b 151 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



B. H. 

Now let a true ambition rise a 126 

Now let my soul, eternal king a 41 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey b 60 

Now let our souls on wings sublime b 15 

Now let our souls with joy record a 68 

Now let our voices join. b 128 

O. 

O for a closer walk with God b 25 

O for a sweet, inspiring ray a 61 

O God, my saviour and my king b 89 

O had I the wings of a dove a 90 

O happy day that fixt my choice b 174 

O Lord, how few of Adam's race a 198 

O Lord, I would delight in thee b 7 

O Lord, my best desires fulfil a 21 

O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song a 189 

O that I knew the secret place b 75 

O the immense, th' amazing height b 3 

O thou, the wretched's sure retreat a 99 

O thou, whose tender mercy hears a 74 

O ye immortal throng b 192 

Oft as I look: upon the road b 108 

On Jordan's stormy bank, I stand b 105 

One glance of thine, eternal Lord a 77 

Our country is Emmanuel's ground a 79 

Our days a transient period run b 130 

Our hearts be open to admit b 63 

Our heav'nly Father calls us near b 149 

Our souls with pleasing wonder view a 107 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness a 42 

Overwhelmed wkh restless fears a 201 

P. 

Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand b 162 

Perpetual source of light and grace a 128 

Pleasing.spring again is here a 170 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow a 210 

Praise to God, immortal praise a . 17 

Praise to Ged the great creator a 76 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES'. 



B. H. 

Praise to thee, thou great Creator a 10 

Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear b 183 

Praise we him, by whose kind favour b 138 

Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir a 89" 

Praise your Redeemer, praise his name b 6S 

Prostrate, blest Jesus, at thy feet b 7& 

Providence, profusely kind. a 37 

R> 

Raise your voice, and joyful sing a 110 

Rejoice, believer, in the Lord b 43 

Religion is the chief concern b 149 

Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds- a 150 

" Repent," the voice celestial cries b 71 

Return, my roving heart, return a 95 

S. 

Safely thro' another week b 196 

Salvation, O melodious sound b 141 

See Israel's gentle shepherd stand a 145 

See might God, before thy throne a 175 

See the leaves around us falling a 148 

Shall sinning man, O Lord, presume a 88 

Shine forth, eternal source of light a 101 

Shine on our souls,, eternal God a 97 

Should bounteous nature kindly pour b 83 

Should famine o'er the mourning field a 133 

Since all the downward tracts of time a 19 

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord b 127 

Sinners, the voice of God regard b 78 

Sov'reign of nature, all is thine b 186 

Sov'reigu ruler of the skies a 32. 

Stay, stay, my laboring pow'rs, awake a 157 

Stern winter throws his icy chains a 17£ 

Still do the wheels of time revolve a 155 

Supremely good, supremely great b 153 

Sweet peace of conscience, heav'nly guest a 111 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing b ISO? 



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TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 



T. 




PL 


Teach me to feel, another's woe 


b 


147 


Ten thousand, thousand matchless charms 


b 


1.56 


Thanks for mercies past, receive, 


a 


203 


That awful hour will soon appear 


b 


80 


The evils that beset our path 


a 


35 


The gospel trumpet blow 


a 


199 


The King of heav'n his table spreads 


b 


177 


The Lord descended from above 


a 


194 


The Lord, from his exalted throne 


b 


73 


The Lord, how fearful is his name 


b 


5 


The Lord, how kind are all his ways 


b 


27 


The Lord my pasture will prepare 


a 


15 


The Lord receives his highest praise 


b 


86 


The mighty conqu'ror leaves the dead 


a 


53 


The mighty frame of wondrous grace 


a 


53 


The promis'd land of peace 


b 


111 


The promises I sing 


a 


100 


The spacious firmament on high 


a 


3 


The weary trav'ller, lost in night 


a 


67 


These mortal joys, how soon they fade 


b 


95 


This earthly globe, the creature of a day 


a 


6 


This God is the God we adore 


a 


207 


This sacred day, great God, we close 


b 


173 


Those happy realms of joy and peace 


b 


110 


Thou art the first, and thou the last 


b 


185 


Thou only sov'reign of my heart 


a 


46 


Thrice happy men, who, born from heav'n 


a 


104 


Thy flock,, with what a tender care 


b 


. 57 


Thy goodness, Lord, while I survey 


a 


12 


Thy presence, gracious God, afford 


b 


137 


*Tis religion that can give 


a 


20S 


To all his flock, what wondrous love 


a 


16S 


To bless thy chosen race 


b 


139 


To Christ the Lord, let ev'ry tongue 


b 


119 


To-morrow, Lord, is thine 


a 


149 


To praise the ever-bounteous Lord 


a 


171 


To thee, my God, my days are known 


a 


105 


To thee, my Saviour and my Lord 


a 


54 


To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord 


a 


66 


To thee, God, I daily sigh 


b 


11 



TABLE OF FIRST LINES. X* 





15. 


it 
ti, 


To thee, God, we homage pay 


b 


6 i 


To view, unveil' d, thy radient face 


a 


1 87 


Trust in the Lord, ye heirs of hope 


b 


18 


TT 

u . 






Unhappy city, hadst thou known 


a 


72 


Unite my roving thoughts, unite 


b 


5a 


Unveil thy bosom, faithful Tomb 


a 


183 


Up to thy seat, eternal God 


a 


81 








Vital spark of heav'nly flame 


a 


182 


W. 






W^E sing the deep mvsterious plan 


b 


140 


We're bound to yonder land 


b 


120 


We've no abiding citv here 


b 


124 


What glorv gilds the sacred page 


a- 


40 


What is our God, or what his name 


a 


5 


What mean these jealousies and fears 


b 


52 


What shall the dying sinner do 


a 


43 


What tho' downy slumbers flee 


a 


159 


What tongue can tell, what fancy paint 


b 


109 


What various hind'rances we meet 


b 


143 


When Abram, full of sacred awe 


b 


182 


When all thy mercies, O mv God 


a 


18 


When blooming youth is snatch'd away 


b 


157 


When darkness long has veil'd my mind 


a 


26 


"When fancy spreads her boldest wings 


a 


36 


When Israel thro' the desert pasa v d 


b 


28 


When rising from the bed of death 


a 


75 


When sickness shakes the languid frame 


a 


28 


When sins and fears prevailing rise 


a 


137 


When thou my righteous Judge shalt come 


b 


81 


When tumults of unruly fear 


b 


54 


Where two, or three, with sweet accord 


b 


144 


While all thy glories, O my God 


b 


10 


While contests rend the christian church 


b 


195 


While my Redeemer's near 


b 


m 



TABLE OF FIRST LLNE$. 





B. 


H. 


VV hile on the verge or lire 1 stand 


K 
u 


l *%i 
i jj 


While sounds of war are heard around 


a 


177 


While sweet reflection, thro' my days 


* 


192 


While thee I seek, protecting pow'r 




9 


hile, with ceaseless course, the sun 




199 


VV ilU V^all LCI I IjtJW cUUU tiLiLl IJlCclodllC 


b 


9 L 


Why flow these torrents of distress 


b 


161 


Why should our mournful thoughts delight 


b 


160 


Why sinks my weak desponding mind 
Why those fears? behold 'tis Jesus 


a 


93 


b 


121 


With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts 


b 


29 


With melting heart and weeping eyes 


b 


31 


With what a fixt and peaceful mind 


b 


159 



Y. 



Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu 


b 


67 


Ye golden lamps of heav'n, farewell 


a 


188 


Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm 


a 


146 


Ye humble souls that seek the Lord 


b 


168 


Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears 


b 


155 


Ye servants of the Lord 


b 


152 


Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough 


b 


187 


Ye sons of men, with joy record 


a 


173 


Ye weak inhabitants of clay 


a 


103 


Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor 


b 


48 


Yes, I will bless thee, O my God 


a 


33 


Yes, the Redeemer rose 


b 


167 


Yes, 'tis a. rough and thorny road 


b 


125 


Your harps, ye trembling saints 


b 


20 



COLLECTION 

OF 

HYMN S, 



ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 



BOOK I. 



HYMN I. Watts. 

PRAISE FOR CREATION AND PROVIDENCE, 

1. I sing th' almighty pow'r of God, 

That made the mountains rise, 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies ! 

2. I sing the wisdom that ordain'd 

The sun to rule the day ; 
The moon shines full at his command, 
And all the stars obey, 

B 



2 



HYMNS. 



[BOOK I. 



3. I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

That filPd the earth with food; 
He form'd the creatures with his word, 
And then pronounc'd them good. 

4. Lord, how thy wonders are displayed, 

Where'er I turn mine eye ! 
If I survey the ground I tread, 
Or gaze upon the sky ! 

5. There's not a plant, or flow'r below, 

But makes thy glories known ; 
x\nd clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 

6. Creatures (as num'rous as they be,) 

Are subject to thy care; 
There's not a place where we can flee 
But God is present there, 

7. In heav'n he shines with beams of love, 

With wrath in hell beneath ! 
'Tis on his earth I stand or move, 
And 'tis his air I breathe. 

8. His hand is my perpetual guard ; 

He keeps me with his eye : 
Why should I then forget the Lord, 
Who is for ever nigh? 



BOOK I.] 



HYMtfS. 



3 



HYMN II. Francis. 

A SONG OF PRAISE. 

1. Glory to th' eternal King, 
Glory be to God's great name! 
Let all heav'n his praises sing, 
Let all worlds his pow'r proclaim. 

2. Thro' eternity he reigns 

In unmeasur'd realms of light; 
He the universe sustains, 
As an atom in his sight. 

3. Suns on suns thro' boundless space, 
With their systems move or stand ; 
Or, to occupy their place, 

New orbs rise at his command. 

4. Kingdoms flourish, empires fall, 
Nations live, and nations die, 
All forms nothing, nothing all — 
At the movement of his eye. 

5. O let my transported soul 
Ever on his glories gaze, 
Ever yield to his controul, 
Ever sound his lofty praise. 



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HYMNS. 



[BOOK I. 



HYMN III. Addison. 

PRAISE TO GOJJ FROM THE HEAVENLY BODIES. 

1. The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heav'ns, a shining* frame, 
Their great original proclaim. 

2. Th' unweary'd sun, from day to day, 
Doth his Creator's pow'r display; 
And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty hand. 

3. Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the v> ond'rous tale, 
And nightly to the list'ning earth 
Repeats the story of her birth. 

4. While all the stars which round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

5. What tho' in solemn silence ail 
Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; 
What tho' nor real voice nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found ; 

6. In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing, as they shine, 

" The hand that made us is divine." 



BOOK I.] 



HYMNS. 



5 



HYMN IK Ogihie. 

PRAISE YE HIM ALL HIS HOSTS. PS. CXLVIII, 

1. Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay, 
Let each enraptur'd thought obey, 

And praise th' Almighty's name ; 
Lo ! heav'n and earth, and seas and skies,, 
In one melodious concert rise, 

To swell th' inspiring theme. 

2. Thou heav'n of heav'ns, his vast abode, 
Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God; 

Ye thunders, speak his pow'r : 
Lo ! on the light'ning's gleamy wing, 
In triumph walks the eternal King; 

Th' astonish' d worlds adore. 

3. Y'e deeps, with roaring billows rise, 
To join the thunder of the skies, 

Praise him who bids you roll: 
His praise in softer notes declare, 
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air, 

And breathe it to the soul. 

4. Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing; 
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, 

Harmonious anthems raise, 
To him who shap'd your finer mould, 
Who tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold, 

And tun'd your voice to praise. 

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5. Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, 
The feeling heart, the judging head, 

In heav'nly praise employ; 
Spread the Creator's name around, 
Till heav'n's broad arch ring back the sound, 

The general burst of joy . 



HYMN V. Watts. 

GOD SUPREME AND SELF-SUFFICIENT. 

1. What is our God, or what his name ! 
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; 
He dwells conceal' d in radiant flame, 
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. 

2. The spacious worlds of heav'nly light, 
Compar'd with him, how short they fall ! 
They are too dark, and he too bright, 
Nothing are they, and God is all. 

3. He spoke the wond'rous word, and lo! 
Creation rose at his command: 
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, 
Bound in the hollow of his hand. 

4. There rests the earth, there roll the spheres, 
There Nature leans, and feels her prop : 
But his own self-sufficience bears 

The weight of all his glories up. 



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5. The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 
Meas'ring their changes by the moon : 
No ebb his sea of glory knows ; 

His age is one eternal noon. 

6. Then fly, my song, an endless round, 
The lofty tune let Gabriel raise ; 

All nature dwell upon the sound, 
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise. 



HYMN VI. -Mrs. Barbauld. 

GOD THE ETERNAL SOVEREIGN* 

1. This earthly globe, the creature of a day, 
Tho' built by God's right hand, must pass 

away; 

And long oblivion creep o'er mortal things, 
The fate of empires, and the pride of kings ; 
Eternal night shall veil their proudest story, 
And drop the curtain o'er all human glory. 

2. But fix'd O God! for ever stands thy 

throne : 

Jehovah reigns, a universe alone ; 
Th* eternal fire that feeds each vital flame, 
Collected, or diffus'd, is still the same; 
He dwells within his own unfathom'd essence, 
And fills all space with his unbounded presence. 



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3. But oh ! our highest notes the theme de- 
base, 

And silence is our least injurious praise: 
Cease, cease your songs, the daring flight 
controul ; 

Revere him in the stillness of the soul : 
With silent duty meekly bend before him, 
And deep within your inmost hearts adore him. 



HYMN VII. Watts. 

GOD EXALTED ABOVE ALL PRAISE. 

1. Eternal Pow'r, whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God ; 
Infinite length beyond the bounds, 
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 

2. Earth from afar has heard thy fame; 
Our tongues have learn' d to lisp thy 

name : 

But oh! the glories of thy mind 
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind,, 

3. God is in heav'n, and men below : 
Short be our tunes, our words be few : 
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 



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HYMN VIII. Anonymous. 

GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST. 

1. Glory be to God on high, 
God whose glory fills the sky; 
Peace on earth to man forgiv'n, 
Man, the well-belov'd of heav'n. 

2. Favour'd mortals, raise the song; 
Endless thanks to God belong: 
Emulate the heav'nly powers ; 
Their all-gracious God is ours. 

3. Mark the wonders of his hand ; 
Power, no empire can withstand: 
Wisdom, angels glorious theme: 
Goodness, one eternal stream. 

4. Hail, by all thy works ador'd ! 
Hail, thou universal Lord 1 
Earth and heav'n repeat the cry, 
Glory be to God on high. 



HYMN IX. Helen Maria Williams 

HABITUAL DEVOTION. 

1. While thee I seek, protecting pow'r ! 
Be my vain wishes still'd; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be fill'd. 



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2. Thy love the pow'rs of thought bestow'd — 

To thee my thoughts would soar; 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd — 
That mercy I adore ! 

3. In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferr'd by thee. 

4. In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, 

In ev'ry pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5. When gladness wings my favour' d hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill : 
Resign' d, when storms of sorrow low'r, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6. My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The low'ring storm shall see ; 
My stedfast heart shall know no fear; — 
That heart shall rest on thee ! 



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HYMN X. Fawcett 

UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 

1. Praise to thee, thou great Creator! 

Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue; 
Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, 
Join the universal song. 

2. For ten thousand blessings giv'n, 

For the richest gifts bestow'd, 
Sound his praise thro' earth and heav'i^ 
Sound Jehovah's praise aloud. 



HYMN XL Hart 

CREATION AND REDEMPTION. 

1. How wond'rous are the works of God 
Display'd thro' all the world abroad! 
Immensely great! minutely small! 
Yet one vast work exceeds them all. 

2. He form'd the sun, fair fount of light; 
The moon and stars to rule the night; 
But night v and stars, and moon, and sun, 
Are little works compar'd with one. 

3. He rolPd the seas, and spread the skies, 
Made vallies sink, and mountains rise ; 
The meadows cloth' d with native green> 
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4. But what are seas, or skies, or hills, 
Or verdant vales, or gliding rills, 
To wonders man was born to prove ? 
The wonders of redeeming love ! 

5. 'Tis far beyond what words express, 
What saints can feel, or angels guess : 
Angels that hymn the great I am, 
Fall down and veil before the Lamb. 

6. The highest heav'ns are short of this ; 
'Tis deeper than the vast abyss ; 

'Tis more than thought could e'er con- 
ceive, 

Or hope expect, or faith believe. 



HYMN XII Sowden. 

PRAISE IN TIME AND ETERNITY. 

1. Thy goodness, Lord! while I survey, 
To thee my thanks shall rise, 
When morning ushers in the day, 
Or ev'ning veils the skies. 

U. When glimm'ring life resigns its flame, 
Thy praise shall tune my breath ; 
The sweet remembrance of thy name 
Shall cheer the gloom of death. 



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3. Then, what a nobler song shall rise, 

When, freed from feeble clay, 
Thy brightest glories meet my eyes 
In one eternal day ! 

4, Not angels, who thy love proclaim 

Thro' yon ethereal plains, 
Shall glow with a sincerer flame, 
Or praise in purer strains. 



HYMN XIIL— — Anonymous* 

THE SAME SUBJECT* 

1. Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Be thy glorious name adorM! 
Lord, thy mercies never fail : 
Hail, celestial goodness, hail! 

2. Tho' unworthy, Lord, thine ear, 
Humble hallelujahs hear : 
Purer praise we hope to bring, 
When around thy throne we sing; 

3> There, no tongue shall silent be, 
All shall join in harmony v 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 
Ever be thy name ador'd. 

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HYMN XIV. Cowper. 

PROVIDENCE. 

1. God moves in a mysterious way 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2. Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skilly 
He treasures up his great designs, 
And works his sov'reign will. 

3. Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take; 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and will break 
In blessings on your head. 

4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace; 
Behind a frowning providence, 
He hides a smiling face. 

5. His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding ev'ry hour : 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flow'r. 

6. Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan his work in vain : 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 



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HY3IN XV. Addison. 

CONFIDENCE IN DIVINE PROTECTION. 

1. The Lord my pasture will prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence will my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon-day walks he will attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2. When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads, 
My weary wand'ring steps he leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3. Tho' in a bare and rugged way, 
Thro' devious lonely wilds I stray ; 
His bounty will my pains beguile; 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 

With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

4. Tho' in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; 
Thy friendly hand will give me aid, 
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade. 



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HYMN XVI. Anonymous. 

FOR DIVINE GUIDANCE. 

J . Guide me, O thou great Jehovah ! 
Pilgrim thro' this desart land ; 
I am weak; but thou art mighty, 
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand : 

Heavenly leader, 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2. Open now the crystal fountain, 

Whence the cheering streams do flow ; 
Let the fiery cloudy pillar, 

Lead me all my journey through : 

Kind deliverer, 
Be thou still my strength and shield. 

3. When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Prince of life ! my guide celestial ! 
Land me safe on Canaan's side: 

Hallelujahs, 
I will ever sing to thee. 



HYMN XVII. Mrs. Barhauld. 

ALTHO* THE FIG-TREE SHALL NOT BLOSSOM, Sec — 
HAB. Ill, 17. 

1. Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ; 
Bounteous source of ev'ry joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 



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2. All that Spring with bounteous hand, 
Scatters o'er the smiling land ; 

All that lib'ral Autumn pours 
From her rich overflowing stores : 

3. These to thee, O God ! we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow ; 
And for these, my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

4. Yet should rising whirlwinds tear 
From its stem the rip'ning ear; 
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot 
Drop her green untimely fruit : 

5. Should the vine put forth no more, 
Nor the olive yield her store : 

Tho' the sick'ning flocks should fall, 
And the herds desert the stall : 

6r Should thine alter' d hand restrain 
The early and the latter rain ; 
Blast each op'ning bud of joy, 
And the rising year destroy : 

7. Yet to thee my soul should raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise ; 
And, when ev'ry blessing's flown, 
Love thee — for thyself alone > 



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HYMN XVIII. Addison. 

THANKS FOR THE MERCIES OF PROVIDENCE 
AND GRACE. 

1. When all thy mercies, O my God! 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2. Thy providence my life sustain'd, 

And all my wants redress' d, 
When in the silent womb I lay, 
And hung upon the breast. 

3. To all my weak complaints and cries 

Thy mercy lent an ear, 
Before my feeble thoughts had learn' d 
To form themselves in pray'r. 

4. When in the slipp'ry paths of youth 

With heedless steps I ran, 
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 
And led me up to man. 

5. Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 

It gently clear' d my way; 
And thro' the pleasing snares of vice, 
More to be fear'd than they. 

6. When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 

With health renew'd my face; 
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
Reviv'd my soul with grace. 



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7. Thro' ev'ry period of my life, 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And, after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

8, Thro' all eternity to thee 

A joyful song I'll raise — 
But oh! eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 



HYMN XIX. — Hervey. 

god's unerring wisdom. 

1. Since all the downward tracts of time 

God's watchful eye surveys; 
O who so wise to choose our lot, 
Or regulate our ways ? 

2. Since none can doubt his equal love, 

Unmeasurably kind ; 
To his unerring gracious will, 
Be ev'ry wish resign'd. 

3. Good, when he gives, supremely good ; 

Nor less, when he denies ; 
E'en crosses from his sov'reign hand, 
Are blessings in disguise. 



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HYMN XX. Mrs. Steele. 

CONTENTMENT WITH PROVIDENCE. 

\. Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
Thy sov'reign will denies ; 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise. 

2. " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

" From ev'ry murmur free ; 
u The blessings of thy grace impart, 
" And make me live to thee. 

3. " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, 

" My life and death attend; 
u Thy presence thro* my journey smile^ 
" And crown my journey's end." 



HYMN XXI. Cowper. 

SUBMISSION. 

1. O Lord ! my best desires fulfil, 

And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleasure mine. 

2. Why should I shrink at thy command^ 

Whose love forbids my fears ; 
Or tremble at thy gracious hand, 
That wipes away my tears ? 



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3. No, let me rather freely yield 

What most I prize to thee; 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Or wilt withhold from me. 

4. Wisdom and mercy guide my way; 

Shall I resist them both ? 
Short-sighted creature of a day, 
And crush' d before the moth! 

5. But ah ! my heart within me cries, 

Still bind me to t^y sway ; 
Else the next cloud that veils the skies, 
Drives all these thoughts away. 



HYMN XXII. Robinson. 

HITHERTO THE LORD HATH HELPED ME. 

L Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing, 

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above; 
Praise the mount — Oh fix me on it, 

Mount of God's unchanging love! 



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2. Here I raise ray Ebenezer; 

Hither by thine help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interpos'd his precious blood. 

3. Oh ! to grace how great a debtor 

Daily I'm constrain' d to be, 
Let that grace now, like a fetter, 

Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, O take and seal it, 

Seal it from thy courts above. 



HYMN XXIII. Doddridge. 

GOD OUR REFUGE* 

1. Behold the great eternal God, 

Spreads his protecting arms abroad, 

And calls our souls to shelter there : 
Wonders of mingled pow'r and grace 
To all his children he displays, 

Guarded from danger and from fear. 



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2. Thither my feeble soul shall fly. 
When terrors press, or death is nigh, 

When threat'ning horrors round me croud: 
The shadow of th' Almighty's wings, 
Composure unmolested brings, 

Tho' the wild tempest roar aloud. 

3. In louder strains my joyful tongue 
Shall warble its melodious song, 

My Father's graces to proclaim : 
He bears his feeble offspring on 
To glory radiant as his throne, 

And joys eternal as his name. 



HYMN XXIV. Waits, 

DIVINE WISDOM, POWER, AND GRACE. 

1. Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise, 

Thee the creation sings ; 
With thy lov'd name, rocks, hills, and seas, 
And heav'n's high palace rings. 

2. Infinite strength and equal skill, 

Shine thro' the worlds abroad ; 
Our souls with vast amazement fill, 
And speak the builder God. 

8. But still the wonders of thy grace 
Our softer passions move; 
Mercy divine in Jesus' face 
We see, adore, and love* 



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HYMN XXV. Addison. 

THE TRAVELLER'S HYMN. 

1. How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! 

How sure is their defence! 
Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
Their help omnipotence. 

2. In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt, 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3. When by the dreadful tempest borne 

High on the broken wave, 
They know thou art not slow to hear, 
Nor impotent to save. 

4. The storm is laid, the winds retire, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The sea, that roars at thy command, 
At thy command is still. 

5. In 'midst of dangers, fears, and deaths, 

Thy goodness we'll adore ; 
We'll praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 

6. Our life, while thou preserv'st that life, 

Thy sacrifice shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be our lot, 
Shall join our souls to thee. 



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HYMN XXVL Cowper. 

WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS. JAMES I, 17. 

1. When darkness long has veiPd my mind, 
And smiling day once more appears; 
Then, my Redeemer, then I find 

The folly of my doubts and fears. 

2. I chide my unbelieving heart, 
And blush that I should ever be 
Thus prone to act so base a part, 

Or harbour one hard thought of thee ! 

8. O ! let me then at length be taught 
(What I am still so slow to learn ;) 
That God is love, and changes not, 
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 

4. Sweet truth, and easy to repeat; 
But when my faith is sharply try'd, 
I find myself a learner yet, 
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 

5. But, O my Lord ! one look from thee 
Subdues the disobedient will ; 
Drives doubt and discontent away, 
And thy rebellious worm is still. 

6. Thou art as ready to forgive, 
As I am ready to repine; 

Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ; 
Be shame, and self-abhorrence, mine, 

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HYMN XXVII. Jervis. 

THE FRIEND OF THE AFFLICTED. 

J. How vast is the tribute I owe 
Of gratitude, homage, and praise, 
To the giver of all I possess, 
The life, and the length of my days ! 

2. Thou alone, the great author of all ! 
The faithful, unchangeable friend ! 
Thou alone all our griefs canst remove, 
Thou alone from all sorrows defend. 

3. When the ills I foreboded were come, 
I pour'd out my sighs and my tears; 
And to him who alone can relieve, 

My soul breath' d its vows and its pray'rs. 

4. When my heart throbb'd with anguish and 

pain, 

When paleness my cheek overspread, 
When sickness pervaded my frame ; 
Then my soul on my maker was staid. 

5. When death's awful image was nigh, 
And no mortal was able to save, 
Thou didst brighten the valley of death, 
And illumine the gloom of the grave. 

6. In mercy thy presence dispels 

The shades of affliction's dark night ; 
And turns the sad scene of despair 
To a morning of joy and delight. 



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7. Great source of my comforts restor'd ! 
Thou healer and balm of my woes ! 
Thou hope and desire of my soul? 
On thy mercy I'll ever repose, 

8. How boundless the gratitude due 
To thee, O thou God of my praise, 
The fountain of all I possess, 
The life and the light of my days I 



HYMN XXVIII. Heginbothom. 

COMFORT IN SICKNESS. 

1. When sickness shakes the languid frame, 

Each dazzling pleasure flies; 
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure 
Our long-deluded eyes. 

2. Then the tremendous arm of death 

Its fatal sceptre shows ; 
And nature faints beneath the weight 
Of complicated woes. 

3. The tott'ring frame of mortal life 

Shall crumble into dust ; 
Nature shall faint — but learn, my soul ? 
On nature's God to trust. 

4. The man whose pious heart is fix'd 

On his all-gracious God, 
From ev'ry frown may draw a joy, 
And kiss the chast'ning rod. 



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5. Nor him shall death itself alarm ; 
On heaven his soul relies ; 
With joy he views his Maker's love, 
And with composure dies. 



HYMN XXIX. Watts, 

CONFIDENCE IN GOD. 

L Courage, my soul! while God is near, 
What enemy hast thou to fear ? 
How canst thou want a sure defence, 
Whose refuge is omnipotence ? 

2. Tho' thickest dangers croud my path, 
To terrify my feeble faith; 

My feeble faith on God relies, 
And all those dangers still defies. 

3. Tho' billows after billows roll, 
To overwhelm my sinking soul; 
Firm as a rock my soul shall stand, 
Upheld by an almighty hand. 

4. And when in death's dark vale I tread, 
' With gloomy horrors overspread, 

6 My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, 
* For thou, O Lord! art with me still.' 

5. Still shall thy presence be my aid ; 
Guide me safe thro' the horrid shade ; 
Chase all my rising fears away, 
And turn my darkness into day. 



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HYMN XXX. Watts. 

COMPLAINT WITH HOPE. 

1. Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign 

My body to thy will ; 
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine. 
Appoints the pains I feel. 

2. Dark are thy ways of providence, 

While they who love thee groan : 
Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, 
Mysterious and unknown. 

3. Yet nature may have leave to speak, 

And plead before her God, 
Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break 
Beneath thine heavy rod. 

4. These mournful groans, and flowing tears, 

Give my poor spirit ease; 
While ev'ry groan my Father hears, 
And ev'ry tear he sees. 

5. Is not some smiling hour at hand, 

With peace upon its wings ? 
Give it, O God ! thy swift command^ 
With all the joys it brings, 



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HYMN XXXI. Mrs. Barhuulcl 

DEVOUT ASPIRATIONS. 

1. If friendless in the vale of tears I stray, 
Where briars wound, and thorns perplex 

my way ; 

Still let my steady soul thy goodness see, 
And with strong confidence lay hold on thee. 

2. In ev'ry creature, Lord, I own thy pow'r ; 
In each event thy providence adore : 

Thy promises shall cheer my drooping soul, 
Thy precepts guide me,and thy fear controul. 

3. Then, when at last I quit this transient 

scene, 

Help me to leave it with a heart serene : 
Teach me to fix my ardent hopes on high, 
And, having liv'd to thee, in thee to die. 



HYMN XXXII. Ryland. 

MY TIMES ARE IN THY HAND. PSALM XXXI, 15. 

1. Sov'reign ruler of the skies, 
Ever gracious, ever wise! 
All my times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 



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2. He that form'd me in the womb, 
He shall guide me to the tomb ; 
All my times shall ever be 
Order'd by his wise decree. 

3. Times of sickness, times of health, 
Times of penury and wealth, 
Times of trial and of grief, 
Times of triumph and relief. 

4. O thou gracious, wise, and just, 
In thy hands my life I trust ; 
Have I somewhat dearer still r 

I resign it to thy will. 

5. Thee at all times will I bless ; 
Having thee, I all possess ; 
How can I bereaved be, 
Since I cannot part with thee ? 



HYMN XXXIII Heginbothom, 

PRAISING GOD THROUGH OUR EXISTENCE. 

1. Yes, I will bless thee, O my God ! 
Thro' all my mortal days, 
And to eternity prolong 

Thy vast, thy boundless praise. 



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2. In ev'ry smiling 1 happy hour, 

Be this my sweet employ ; 
Thy praise refines mine earthly bliss, 
And doubles all my joy. 

3. When gloomy care, and keen distress 

Afflict my throbbing breast, 
My tears shall learn to speak thy praise, 
And lull each pain to rest. 

4. Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim 

The honours of my God ; 
My life, with all its active pow'rs, 
Shall spread thy praise abroad. 

5. Not death itself shall stop my song, 

Tho' death will close mine eyes ; 
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights? 
And sweeter raptures rise. 

6. How will my happy spirit mount, 

(Confin'd in flesh no more,) 
Up to thy courts, where kindred minds, 
In countless ranks, adore. 

7. There shall my lips, in endless praise, 

Their grateful tribute pay ; 
The theme demands an angel's tongue. 
And an eternal day. 



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HYMN XXXIV. Fawcett. 

BY HELP OBTAINED FROM GOD I CONTINUE TO 
THIS DAY. 

1. I my Ebenezer raise 

To ray kind Redeemer's praise ; 
With a grateful heart I own, 
Hitherto thy help I've known. 

2. What may be my future lot, 
Well I know concerns me not; 
This should set my heart at rest, 
What thy will ordains is best. 

3. I my all to thee resign; 
Father, let thy will be mine; 
May but all thy dealings prove 
Fruits of thy paternal love. 

4. Guard me, Saviour, by thy pow'r, 
Guard me in the trying hour ; 
Let thy unremitted care 

Save me from the lurking snare* 

5. Let my few remaining days 
Be directed to thy praise ; 

So the last, the closing scene, 
Shall be tranquil and serene. 

6. To thy will I leave the rest, 
Grant me but this one request, 
Both in life and death to prove 
Tokens of thy special love. 



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HYMN XXXV. Newton. 

VANITY OF LIFE. 

1. The evils that beset our path 

Who can prevent or cure ? 
We stand upon the brink of death 
When most we seem secure. 

2. If we to-day sweet peace possess, 

It soon may be withdrawn ; 
Some change may plunge us in distress, 
Before to-morrow's dawn. 

3. Disease and pain invade our health, 

And find an easy prey; 
And oft, when least expected, wealth 
Takes wings and flies away. 

4. The grounds, from which we look for 

fruit, 

Produce us only pain ; 
A worm unseen attacks the root, 
And all our hopes are vain. 

5. I pity those who seek no more 

Than such a world can give ; 
Wretched they are, and blind, and poor, 
And dying while they live. 

6. Since sin has fill'd the earth with woe, 

And creatures fa de and die ; 
Lord, wean our hearts from things below* 
And fix our hopes on high* 



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HYMN XXXVI. Mrs. Steele. 

WITH THEE IS THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE. 

1. When fancy spreads her boldest wings, 

And wanders unconfin'd 
Amid th' unbounded scenfe of things, 
Which entertain the mind : 

2. In vain I trace creation o'er, 

In search of sacred rest ; 
The whole creation is too poor, 
Too mean, to make me blest. 

3. In vain would this low world employ 

Each flatt'ring specious wile : 
There's nought can yield a real joy, 
But my Creator's smile. 

4. Let earth and all her charms depart, 

Unworthy of the mind ; 
In God alone, this restless heart 
An equal bliss can find. 

5. Great spring of all felicity, 

To whom my wishes tend ; 
Do not these wishes rise from thee, 
And in thy favour end ? 

6. Thy favour, Lord, is all I want, 

Here would my spirit rest ; 
O seal the rich, the boundless grant, 
And make me fully blest. 



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HYMN XXXVII. Mrs. Steele. 

COMPLETE HAPPINESS NOT ON EARTH* 

1. Providence, profusely kind, 
Wheresoe'er you turn your eyes, 
Bids you with a grateful mind 
View a thousand blessings rise. 

2> Thankful own what you enjoy ; 
But a changing world like this, 
Where a thousand fears annoy, 
Cannot give you perfect bliss. 

3. Perfect bliss resides above, 
Far above yon azure sky ; 
Bliss that merits all your love, 
Merits ev'ry anxious sigh. 

4. What, like this, has earth to give ? 
O ye righteous! in your breast 
Let the admonition live, 

Nor on earth desire to rest. 

5. When your bosom breathes a sigh, 
Or your eye emits a tear, 

Let your wishes rise on high, 
Ardent rise, to bliss sincere. 



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HYMN XXXVIII. — -Watts* 

THE EXCELLENCE OF THE BIBLE. 

1. Great God! with wonder and with praise 

On all thy works I look ; 
But still thy wisdom, pow'r, and grace, 
Shine brightest in thy book. 

2. The stars, that in their courses roll, 

Have much instruction giv'n ; 
But thy good word informs my soul 
How I may climb to heav'n. 

3. The fields provide me food, and shew 

The goodness of the Lord; 
But fruits of life and glory grow 
In thy most holy word. 

4. Here are my choicest treasures hid, 

Here my best comfort lies, 
Here my desires are satisfy'd, 
And hence my hopes arise. 

5. Lord, make me understand thy law; 

Shew what my faults have been ; 
And from thy gospel let me draw 
Pardon for all my sin. 

6. Here would I learn how Christ has dy'd 

To save my soul from hell : 
Not ail the books on earth beside 
Such heav'nly wonders tell. 

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7. Then let me love my bible more, 
And take a fresh delight 
By day to read these wonders o'er, 
And meditate by night. 



HYMN XXXIX. 3frs. Steele, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Father of mercies ! in thy word 

What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name ador'd 
For these celestial lines ! 

2. Here, may the wretched sons of want 

Exhanstless riches find; 
Riches, above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3. Here the fair tree of knowledge grows. 

And yields a free repast : 
Sublimer sweets than nature knows, 
Invite the longing taste. 

4 C Here, springs of consolation rise, 
To cheer the fainting mind ; 
And thirsty souls receive supplies, 
And sweet refreshment find. 



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5. O may these heav'nly pages be 
My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see. 
And still increasing light. 



HYMN XL. Cowper, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. What glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic like the sun ! 
It gives a light to ev'ry age, 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2. The hand that gave it, still supplies 

His gracious light and heat ; 
His truths upon the nations rise, 
They rise, but never set. 

3. Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heav'nly day, 

4. My soul rejoices to pursue 

The paths of truth and love ; 
Till glory breaks upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 



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HYMN XLI. Heginbothom. 

THE GLORIOUS GOSPEL. 

1. Now let my soul, eternal king ! 
To thee its grateful tribute bring; 
My knee with humble homage bow, 
My tongue perform its solemn vow. 

2. The spangled heav'ns thy pow'r proclaim, 
Earth echoes back thy mighty name; 
Thy glory gilds returning days, 

And nights, in silence, speak thy praise. 

3. All nature sings thy boundles love, 
In worlds below, and worlds above: 
But in thy blessed word I trace 
Diviner wonders of thy grace : 

4. There, what delightful truths I read ! 
There, I behold a Saviour bleed ! 
His name salutes my list'ning ear, 
Revives my heart, and checks my fear : 

5. There, Jesus bids my sorrows cease, 
And gives my labouring conscience peace ; 
Raises my grateful passions high, 

And points to mansions in the sky. 

6. Hail, great Emmanuel ! let my song, 
Thro' endless years, thy praise prolong, 
And distant climes thy name adore, 
Till time and nature are no more, 



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HYMN XLII. Anonymous. 

SPREAD OF THE GOSPEL. 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 
Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; 

All the promises do travail 
With a glorious day of grace : 
Blessed jubilee, 

Let thy glorious morning dawn. 

Let the Indian, let the negro, 

Let the rude barbarian see, 
That divine and glorious conquest, 

Once obtain' d on Calvary; 
Let the gospel 
Loud resound from pole to pole. 

Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness, 
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light; 

And from eastern coast to western, 
May the morning chase the night, 
And redemption, 

Freely purchas'd, win the day. 

May the glorious day approaching, 
From eternal darkness dawn, 

And the everlasting gospel 

Spread abroad thy holy name : 
All the borders 



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5. Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel, 
Will and conquer, never cease ; 
May thy lasting wide dominions 
Multiply and still increase : 
Sway thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around. 



HYMN XLIII. Watts. 

THE GOSPEL THE POWER OF GOD TO SALVATION, 

1. What shall the dying sinner do, 
That seeks relief from all his woe ? 
Where shall the guilty conscience find 
Ease, for the torment of the mind ? 

2. In vain we search, in vain we try, 
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh; 
? Tis there such pow'r and glory dwell^ 
As save rebellious souls from hell. 

3. This is the pillar of our hope, 
That bears our fainting spirits up, 
We read the grace, we trust the word, 
And find salvation in the Lord. 

4. Let men, or angels, dig the mines 
Where nature's golden treasure shines • 
Brought near the doctrine of the cross^ 
All nature's gold appears but dross, 



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5. Should vile blasphemers with disdain 
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain, 
We'll meet the scandal and the shame, 
And sing and triumph in his name. 



HYMN XLIV. Mrs. Steele. 

JESUS THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIEE. 

1. Jesus, the spring of joys divine, 
Whence all my hopes and comforts flow \ 
Jesus, no other name but thine, 

Can save me from eternal woe. 

2. In vain would boasting reason find 
The way to happiness and God \ 
Her weak directions leave the mind 
Bewilder'd in a dubious road. 

3. No other name will heav'n approve, 
Thou art the true, the living way, 
(Ordain' d by everlasting love,) 

To the bright realms of endless day* 

4. Here let my constant feet abide, 
Nor from the heav'nly path depart ; 
O let thy spirit, (gracious guide % 
Direct my steps, and cheer my heart* 

5. Safe lead me thro' this world of night* 
And bring me to the blissful plains, 
The regions of unclouded light, 
Where perfect joy for ever reigns, 



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HYMN XLV. Mrs. Barbauld. 

THE SAVIOUR'S INVITATION. 

1. Come! said Jesus' sacred voice, 
Come and make my paths your choice : 
I will guide you to your home; 
Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 

2. Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 
Long hast roam'd the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim, hither haste! 

3. Ye, who tost on beds of pain, 
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; 
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes 
Watch to see the morning rise: 

4. Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, 

In strong remorse for guilt who mourn, 
Here repose your heavy care : 
A wounded spirit who can bear. 

5. Sinner, come ! for here is found 
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound ; 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 



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HYMN XLVI. Mrs. Steele. 

THOU HAST THE WORDS OF ETERNAL LIFE. — » 
JOHN VI, 68, 

1. Thou only sov'reign of my heart, 
My refuge, my almighty friend; 
And can my soul from thee depart, 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 

2. Whither, ah ! whither shall I go, 

A wretched wand'rer from my Lord ? 
Can this dark world of sin and woe 
That happiness I need afford r 

3. Eternal life, thy words impart, 
On these my fainting spirit lives; 
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart 
Than all the round of nature gives. 

4. Low at thy feet my soul would lie, 
Here safety dwells, and peace divine; 
Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
For life, eternal life is thine. 



HYMN XLVI I Wesley. 

THE SONG OF ANGELS. 

1. Hark, the herald angels sing, 
" Glory to the new-born king; 
" Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
16 God and sinners reconcilM." 



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2. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 

J oin the triumph of the skies ; 

Hail the heav'n-born prince of peace ! 

Hail the Sun of righteousness ! 

3. Mild he lays his glories by ; 
Born, that men no more might die ; 
Born, to raise the sons of earth; 
Born, to give them second birth. 

4. Let us all the anthem sing, 

" Glory to the new-born king ; 
" Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
" God and sinners reconcil'd." 



HYMN XLVIIL Anonymow. 

BIRTH OF CHRIST. 

1. Arise and hail the happy day, 
Cast all low cares of life away, 

And thought of meaner things : 
This day, to cure our deadly woes, 
The " Sun of righteousness" arose 

" With healing in his wings." 

2. If angels, on that happy morn 
The Saviour of the world was born, 

Pour'd forth their joyful songs ; 
Much more should we, of human race, 
Adore the wonders of his grace, 

To whom that grace belongs. 



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3. Oh! then, let heav'n and earth rejoice, 
Let ev'ry creature join his voice, 

To hail the happy day ; 
When Satan's empire vanquish' d fell, 
And all the pow'rs of death and hell 

Confess' d his sov'reign sway. 



HYMN XLIX. Robinson. 

PRAISE TO GOD AND THE REDEEMER. 

1. Mighty God! while angels bless thee, 
May an infant lisp thy name ? 

Lord of men, as well as angels, 
Thou art ev'ry creature's theme : 
Lord of every land and nation, 
Ancient of eternal days ! 
Sounded thro' the wide creation 
Be thy just and lawful praise : 

2, For the grandeur of thy nature — 
Grand beyond a seraph's thought; 
For created works of power — 

Works with skill and kindness wrought i 
For thy providence that governs 
Thro' thine empire's wide domain ; 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow- 
Blessed be thy gentle reign. 



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3. Brightness of the Father's glory, 
Shall thy praise unutter'd lie ? 

Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence! 
Sing the Lord who came to die. 
Did archangels sing thy coming ? 
Did the shepherds learn their lays ? — 
Shame would cover me ungrateful, 
Should my tongue refuse to praise. 

4. From the highest throne in glory, 
To the cross of deepest woe ; 

All to ransom guilty captives — 
Flow, my praise, for ever flow. 
Go return, immortal Saviour ! 
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne ; 
Thence return, and reign for ever, 
Be the kingdom all thine own. 



HYMN L. Mrs. Steele. 

CHRIST OUR EXAMPLE. 

1. And is the gospel peace and love ? 
Such let our conversation be ; 

The serpent blended with the dove, 
Wisdom and meek simplicity. 

2. Whene'er the angry passions rise, 

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, 
To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 
Bright pattern of the christian life. 



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3. O how benevolent and kind! 
How mild ! how ready to forgive ! 
Be this the temper of our mind, 
And these the rules by which we live. 

4. To do his heav'nly Father's will, 
Was his employment and delight ; 
Humility and holy zeal 

Shone thro' his life, divinely bright! 

5. Dispensing good where'er he came, 
The labours of his life were love; 
O, if we love the Saviour's name, 
Let his divine example move. 

6. But ah how blind ! how weak w r e are ! 
How frail ! how apt to turn aside ! 
Lord, we depend upon thy care, 
And ask thy spirit for our guide. 



HYMN LI. Enfield, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Behold, where, in a mortal form, 

Appears each grace divine ; 
The virtues, all in Jesus met, 
With mildest radiance shine. 

2. The largest love of human kind, 

Inspir'd his godlike breast; 
In deeds of mercy, w ords of peace ? 
His kindness was express'd. 

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3. To spread the rays of heav'nly light, 

To give the mourner joy, 
To preach glad tidings to the poor, 
Was his divine employ. 

4. Lowly in heart, to all his friends 

A friend and servant found, 
He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears. 
And heal'd each bleeding wound. 

5. 'Midst keen reproach, and cruel scorn, 

Patient and meek he stood; 
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life; 
He labour'd for their good. 

6. To God he left his righteous cause, 

And still his task pursu'd; 
While humble pray'r, and holy faith, 
His fainting strength renew'd. 

7. In the last hour of deep distress, 

Before his Father's throne, 
With soul resign' d he bow'd, and said, 
" Thy will, not mine, be done." 

8. Be Christ our pattern, and our guide 1 

His image may we bear ! 
O may we tread his sacred steps, 
And his bright glories share ! 



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HYMN LII. Anonymous. 

THE DEATH OF CHRIST. 

1. Hark! the voice of love and mercy 

Sounds aloud from Calvary ! 
See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky ! 
" It is finish'd!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry I 

2. It is finish'd! — O what pleasure 

Do these charming words afford ! 
Heav'nly blessings without measure, 

Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 
It is finish'd; — 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3. Finish'd, all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law ! 
Finish'd, all that God had promis'd ; 

Death and hell no more shall awe. 
It is finish'd !— 
Saints, from hence your comfort draw. 

4. Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme; 
All in earth, and all in heaven, 

Join to praise Emmanuel's name. 
Hallelujah; 
Glory to the bleeding lamb ! 



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HYMN LIIL Watts. 

HUMILIATION AND EXALTATION OF CHRIST. 

1. The mighty frame of glorious grace, 
That brightest monument of praise 
That e'er the God of love design'd, 
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 

2. Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song, 
A burden for an angel's tongue; 
When Gabriel sounds these awful things, 
He tunes and summons all his strings. 

3. Proclaim inimitable love, 
Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, 
Puts off the beams of bright array, 
And veils the God in mortal clay. 

4. He that distributes crowns and thrones. 
Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans; 
The prince of life resigns his breath ; 
The king of glory bows to death. 

5. But see the w onders of his pow'r, 
He triumphs in his dying hour ! 
And, while by Satan's rage he fell, 
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell. 

6. Who shall fulfil this boundless song? 
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue i 
How low, how vain are mortal airs, 
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs ! 



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HYMN LIV. Heginbothom, 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER, 

1. To thee, my Saviour and my Lord, 

A lofty song I'll raise ; 
While love inspires my glowing heart, 
And forms my lips to praise. 

2. Worthy for ever is the lamb 

That took my sins away : 
But, O what tribute can I give, 
What equal honours pay ! 

3. Millions of saints thy grace proclaim, 

In nobler strains, above ; 
But not an angel's tongue can tell 
The wonders of thy love. 

4. Blest seraphs sing thy matchless love* 

And shout thy high renown; 
Archangels, at thy sacred feet, 
Lay their bright glories down. 

5. Reign, mighty prince! for ever reign, 

Till Death himself be dead, 
And let eternal ages show'r 
Their blessings on thy head. 

6. Thus will I sing, till nature fails, 

Till sense and language die; 
And then resume the pleasing theme, 
In happier worlds, on high. 

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HYMN LV. Watts. 

THE DEATH AND RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

1. He dies ! the friend of sinners dies ! 

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around I 
A solemn darkness veils the skies ! 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 

For him who groan'd beneath your load; 
He shed a thousand drops for you, 

A thousand drops of richer blood ! 

2. Here's love and grief beyond degree; 

The Lord of glory dies for men ! 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 

Jesus the dead revives again ! 
The rising God forsakes the tomb ! 

Up to his Father's court he flies ! 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 

And shout him welcome to the skies I 

3. Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How high our great deliverer reigns ! 
Sing" how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 

And led the monster, Death, in chains ! 
Say, " Live for ever, wond'rous king, 

" Born to redeem, and strong to save !" 
Then ask the monster, " Where's thy 
" sting? 

" And where's thy victory, boasting 
" Graved 



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HYMN LVI. Robinson. 

THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

1. Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to-day! 
Sons of men, and angels say, 
Raise your joys and triumphs high ! 
Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth, reply. 

2. Love's redeeming work is done — 
Fought the fight, the battle won : 
Lo ! the Sun's eclipse is o'er, 

Lo ! he sets in blood no more- 

3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise, 
Christ hath open'd paradise. 

4. Lives again our glorious king ! 

" Where, O Death! is now thy sting?" 

Once he dy'd our souls to save: 

" Where's thy vict'ry, boasting Grave?" 

5. Hail the Lord of earth and heav'n ! 
Praise to thee by both be giv'n ! 
Thee we greet triumphant now, 
Hail! the resurrection — thou* 



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HYMN LVIL Scott 

THE RESURRECTION AND ASCENSION. 

1. Angels! roll the rock away! 
Death ! yield up thy mighty prey ! 
See, he rises from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom ! 

2. 'Tis the Saviour, angels raise 
Fame's eternal trump of praise ! 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 

3. Heav'n unfolds her portals wide ! 
Glorious hero, thro' them ride ! 
King of Glory ! mount thy throne, 
Thy great Father's, and thy own. 

4. Praise him, all ye heav'nly choirs ! 
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ! 
Shout, O earth, in rapt'rous song, 
Let the strains be sweet and strong! 



HYMN LVIII. Wesley 

THE ASCENSION. 

1. The mighty conqu'ror leaves the dead, 
Jesus the Lord ascends on high: 
The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 



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2. There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay : 

" Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates! 
" Ye everlasting doors, give way t" 

3. Loose all your massy bars of light, 
And wide unfold the radiant scene; 

He claims those mansions as his right- 
Receive the king of glory in. 

4. " Who is the king of glory, who ?" 
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, 
And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name. 

5. Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay ; 

" Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ! 
" Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 

6. " Who is the king of glory, who ?" 
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest, 
The king of saints and angels too, 
God over all, for ever blest ! 



HYMN LIX. Mrs. Steele, 

CHRIST BY1NG AND RISING* 

L Come tune ye saints your noblest strains,. 
Your dying rising Lord to sing, 
And echo to the heav'nly plains, 
The triumphs of your saviour ktiig. 



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2. In songs of grateful rapture tell 
How he subdu'd your potent foes, 
Subdu'd the pow'rs of death and hell, 
And dying, finish'd all your woes. 

3. Then to his glorious throne on high 
Returned, while hymning angels round, 
Thro' the bright arches of the sky, 
The God, the conqu'ring God resound. 

4. Almighty love ! victorious pow'r ! 
Not angels' tongues can e'er display 
The wonders of that dreadful hour, 
The joys of that illustrious day. 

5. Then well may mortals try in vain, 
In vain their feeble voices raise ; 
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain, 
And kindly owns our wish to praise. 

6. Dear Saviour, let thy wond'rous grace 
Fill every heart, and every tongue, 
Till the full glories of thy face 
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song- 



HYMN LX Madan. 

WHILE THEY BEHELD HE WAS TAKEN UP.-ACTS I, $. 

1. Hail the day that sees him rise, 
Parted from our longing eyes ; 
Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n, 
Re-ascends his native heav'n : 



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There the pompous triumph waits, 
Lift your heads eternal gates! 
Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
Take the king of glory in ! 

2. Him tho' highest heav'n receives, 
Still he loves the earth he leaves ; 
Tho' returning to his throne, 
Still he calls mankind his own ; 
For his followers intercedes, 
Prevalent his death he pleads; 
Next himself prepares our place, 
Harbinger of human race. 

3. "Master," (may we ever say,) 
" Taken from our head to-day 
See thy faithful servants, see, 
Ever gazing up to thee : 

Grant tho' parted from our sight, 
High above yon azure height, 
Grant our hearts may thither rise, 
Following thee beyond the skies, 

4. Ever upward let us move, 
Wafted on the wings of love ; 
Looking when our Lord shall come, 
Waiting, longing after home : 
There with thee we shall remain, 
Partners of thine endless reign ; 
There thy face unclouded see, 
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HYMN LXI Mr$. Steele. 

THE GLORIOUS PRESENCE OF CHRIST IN HEAVEN . 

1. O for a sweet, inspiring ray, 
To animate our feeble strains, 

From the bright realms of endless day, 
The blisful realms, where Jesus reigns! 

2. There, low before his glorious throne, 
Adoring saints and angels fall; 

And with delightful worship own 

His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all. 

3. Immortal glories crown his head, 
While tuneful hallelujahs rise, 

And love, and joy, and triumph spread 
Thro' all tir assemblies of the skies. 

4. lie smiles, and seraphs tune their songs 
To boundless rapture while they q-aze; 
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues 
Resound his everlasting praise. 

5. There all the favourites of the lamb 
Shall join at last the heav nly choir; 
O may the joy-inspiring theme 

Aw ake our faith and w arm desire ! 

6. Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal 
Our int'rest in that blissful place; 
Till death remove this mortal veil, 
And we behold thy lovely face. 



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H YMN LXII. A nonymous. 

JESUS SEEN OF ANGELS. 

1. Beyond the glitt'ring starry globes, 

Far as th' eternal hills, 
There in the boundless worlds of light, 
Our great Redeemer dwells. 

2. Legions of angels, strong and fair, 

In countless armies shine 
At his right hand, with golden harps, 
To offer songs divine. 

3. " Hail, prince !" they cry, " for ever hail! 

" Whose unexampled love, 
" Mov'd thee to quit these glorious realms 
" Of royalty above." 

4. While he did condescend on earth 

To suffer rude disdain, 
They threw their honours at his feet, 
And waited in his train. 

5. Thro' all his travels here below, 

They did his steps attend; 
Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at last. 
This scene of love would end. 

6. They saw his heart transfix' d with wounds, 

With love and grief run o'er; 
They saw him break the bars of death, 
Which none e'er brake before. 

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7. They brought his chariot from above, 
To bear him to his throne ; 
Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, 
" The glorious work is done!" 



HYMN LXIIL Heginhothom. 

CHRIST PRECIOUS TO BELIEVERS. 

1. Blest Jesus! when my soaring thoughts 

O'er all thy graces rove, 
How is my soul in transport lost, 
In wonder, joy, and love. 

2. Not softest strains can charm mine ears 

Like thy beloved name ; 
Nor ought beneath the skies inspire 
My heart with equal flame. 

8. Where'er I look, my wand'ring eyes 
Unnumber'd blessings see; 
But what is life, with all its bliss, 
If once compar'd to thee? 

4, Hast thou a rival in my breast ? 

Search, Lord, for thou canst tell 
If ought can raise my passions thus., 
Or please my soul so well. 



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5. No, thou art precious to my heart, 

My portion and ray joy; 
For ever let thy boundless grace 
My sweetest thoughts employ. 

6. When nature faints, around my bed 

Let thy bright glories shine; 
And Death shall all his terrors lose 
In raptures so divine. 



HYMN LXIV. Turner. 

U THOU SON OF DAVID HAVE MERCY ON ME." 

1. Jesus! full of all compassion, 
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
Let me know thy great salvation, 
See I languish, faint, and die : 
Guilty, but with heart relenting, 
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, 
Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 
Send, O send me quick relief! 

2. Whither should a wretch be flying, 
But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to him who ever lives ? 

While I view thee, wounded, grieving, 
Breathless on the cursed tree, 
Fain I'd feel my heart believing 
That thou suffer' dst thus for me, 



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3. On the word thy blood hath sealed 
Hangs my everlasting all; 
Let thine arm be now revealed, 
Stay, O stay me ! lest I fall. 
Sav'd — the deed shall spread new glory 
Thro' the shining realms above; 
Angels sing the pleasing story, 
All enraptur'd with thy love! 



HYMN LXV. Grigg. 

NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 

1. Jesus ! and shall it ever be 

A mortal man asham'd of thee ! 
Asham'd of thee, w hom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine thro' endless days ? 

2. Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far 

Let evening blush to own her star ; 
He sheds the beams of light divine, 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3. Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon 
Let midnight be asham'd of noon ; 
'Tis midnight with my soul till he, 
Bright morning star ! bid darkness flee, 

4. Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend, 
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend ! 
No; when I blush — be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name* 



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5. Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave^ 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

6. Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! 
And O may this my glory be, 

That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 



HYMN LXVI. Heginhothom. 

THE CT00D SHEPHERD^ 

1. To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord, 

A grateful song I'll raise; 
O let the meanest of thy flock 
Attempt to speak thy praise. 

2. Vain the attempt — what tongue can speak 

A subject so divine ! 
Do justice to so vast a theme, 
And praise a love iike thine ! 

3. Love, that could bring thy willing feet 

From the blest world on high ! 
From thy great Father's dear embrace, 
To labour, bleed, and die ! 

4. My life, my joy, my hope, I owe 

To this amazing love; 
Ten thousand thousand comforts here, 
And nobler bliss above. © 3 



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5. To thee my trembling' spirit flies, 

With sin and grief opprest : 
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears, 
And lulls my cares to rest. 

6. Nay, should I walk thro 7 death's dark vale, 

With double horrors spread, 
Thy rod would guide my doubtful steps, 
And guard my drooping head. 

7. Lead on, my Shepherd! led by thee 

No evil I shall fear; 
Soon I shall reach thy fold above, 
And praise thee better there. 



HYMN LXVII. Mrs. Steele, 

REDEEMING MERCY. 

L The weary traveller, lost in night, 
Breathes many a longing sigh, 
And marks the welcome dawn of light, 
With rapture in his eye. 

2. Thus sweet the dawn of heav'nly day 

Lost weary sinners find, 
When mercy with reviving ray 
Beams o'er the fainting mind. 

3. To slaves oppress'd with cruel chains, 

How kind, how dear the friend, 
Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains 3 
And bids their sorrows end ! 



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4. Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divine, 

Who ransoms captive souls ; 
Unbinds the cruel chains of sin, 
And all its pow'r controuls. 

5. Jesus! to thy soul-cheering light, 

My dawn of hope 1 owe; 
Once, wand'ring in the shades of night, 
And lost in hopeless woe. 

6. 'Twas thy dear hand redeem' d the slave, 

And set the pris'ner free: 
Be all I am, and all I have, 
Devoted Lord, to thee ! 



HYMN LXVIII. Heginbothom. 

THE LIVING SACRIFICE. 

1. Now let our souls with joy record 
The grace and goodness of the Lord; 
His mercies ev'ry tongue repeat, 
How constant, various, and how great. 

2. 'Twas he that rear'd this earthly frame, 
From him our nobler spirit came, 

And life, and breath, and all things prove 
His pow'r, his wisdom, and his love. 

3. His love provides my daily bread, 
Delights my heart, and shields my head, 
Shines in the darkest shades of night, 
Returns with ev'ry morning light. 



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4. But in the gospel's heav'nly lines, 
Diviner grace and mercy shines ; 
There Jesus shews my sins forgiv'n, 
And leads my wandering feet to heav'n. 

5. Great God ! accept my grateful song, 
Thy grace shall still employ my tongue ; 
My heart shall feel the sacred flame, 
And all my pow'rs shall bless thy name. 

6. A living victim at thy shrine, 
My soul and body I resign ; 
Holy let all my passions be, 
And ev'ry motion tend to thee. 

7. Thus, will I bless thee all my days ; 
Teach me in death to sing thy praise^ 
And let eternity prolong 

Thy sacred honours, and my song. 



HYMN LXIX. Newton, 

LOOKING TO JESUS. 

1. By various maxims, forms, and rules, 
That pass for wisdom in the schools, 
Men strive their passions to restrain; 
Yet all their efforts prove in vain. 

2. But since the Saviour I have known, 
My rules are all reduc'd to one; 

To keep my Lord, by faith, in view, 
This strength supplies, and motives toQ* 



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3. I see him lead a suff 'ring life, 
Patient amidst reproach and strife ; 
And from hi* pattern courage take, 
To bear, ana suffer for his sake. 

4. Upon the cross I see him bleed, 

And by his death from guilt am freed ; 
This sight destroys the pow'r of sin, 
And quickens heav'nly life within. 

5. To look to Jesus as he rose, 
Confirms my faith, disarms my foes; 
Death I can brave, and overcome, 
By pointing to my Saviour's tomb. 

6. Exalted on his glorious throne, 

I see him make my cause his own ; 
Then all my anxious cares subside, 
For Jesus lives, and will provide. 

7. I see him look with pity down, 

And hold in view the conqu'ror's crown : 
If press'd with griefs and cares before, 
My soul revives, nor asks for more. 

8. By faith, I see the hour at hand, 
When in his presence I shall stand; 
Then, it will be my endless bliss, 
To see him where, and as he is. 



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HYMN LXX. Grigg. 

U BEHOLD I STAND AT THE DOOR." REV. MI, 20. 

1. Behold a stranger at the door! 

He gently knocks, has knock'd before, 
Has waited long, is waiting still; 
You use no other friend so ill. 

2. But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
He will, the very friend you need ; 
The man of Nazareth, 'tis he 
With garments dy'd from Calvary. 

3. O lovely attitude I he stands 

With melting heart and open hands; 
O matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes. 

4. Rise, touched with gratitude divine, 
Turn out his enemy and thine ; 
Turn out that hateful monster sin, 
And let the heav'nly stranger in. 

5. Yet know, nor of the terms complain, 
Where Jesus comes, he comes to reign; 
To reign, and with no partial sway, 
E'en thoughts must die that disobey. 

6. Sovereign of souls ! thou prince of peace, 
O may thy gentle reign increase ! 
Throw wide the door, each willing miixd 3 
And be his empire — all mankind. 



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HYMN LXXL Mrs, Steele. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. And will the Lord thus condescend 

To visit sinful worms ? 
Thus at the door shall mercy stand 
In all her winning 1 forms ? 

2. Surprising grace! — and shall my heart 

Unmov'd and cold remain ? 
Has this hard rock no tender part? 
Must mercy plead in vain? 

3. Shall Jesus for admission sue, 

His charming voice unheard ? 
And this vile heart, his rightful due, 
Remain for ever barr'd? 

4. Lord, rise in thy all-conqu'ring grace, 

Thy mighty pow'r display; 
One beam of glory from thy face 
Can drive my foes away. 

5. Ye dang'rous inmates, hence depart, 

Dear Saviour enter in, 
And guard the passage to my heart, 
And keep out ev'ry sin. 



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HYMN LXXII. Heginbothom. 

BEHOLDING TRANSGRESSORS WITH GRIEF. 

1. " Unhappy city ! hadst thou known, 

" Then were thy peace secure ; 
" But now the day of grace is gone, 
" And thy destruction sure." 

2. Thus to the Jews the Saviour calls, 

As near their gates he stood, 
His eyes beheld their guilty walls, 
And wept a sacred flood. 

3. And can mine eyes, without a tear, 

A weeping Saviour see? 
Shall I not weep his groans to hear, 
Who groan'd and died for me? 

4. Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine 

Subdue each stubborn foe ; 
Come, fill my heart with love divine, 
And bid my sorrows flow, 

5. But vain will all my sorrows prove, 

And what avails my pain ; 
O, let thy gentle bowels move, 
They cannot move in vain. 

6. Here, may thy love and grace abound, 

And in each house appear; 
Let no pollution here be found, 
Nor one transgressor there. 



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7. Then shall we bid our griefs adieu, 
Our tears shall then be dry; 
And soon thy praises we'll renew, 
In happier realms on high. 



HYMN LXXIIl. Anonymous, 

PENITENCE. 

1. God of mercy! God of love ! 
Hear our sad repentant song; 
Grief should dwell in ev'ry heart, 
Sorrow rest on ev'ry tongue : 
Deep remorse for follies past, 
Talents wasted, time mispent, 
Hearts debas'd by worldly cares, 
Thankless for the blessings lent. 

2. Foolish fears, and fond desires, 
Vain regrets for things as vain, 
Lips too seldom us'd to praise, 
Oft to murmur and complain : 
These, With ev'ry secret fault, 
Fill'd with grief and shame we own ; 
Humbled at thy feet we lie, 
Seeking pardon thro' thy son. 



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HYMN LXXIV. Mrs. Steele. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

L O Thou, whose tender mercy hears 
Contrition's humble sigh; 
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye. 

2. See, low before thy throne of grace, 

A wretched wand'rer mourn : 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 
Hast thou not said — return ? 

3. And shall my guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet ? 
O ! let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat, 

4. Absent from thee, my guide, my light 1 

Without one cheering ray ; 
Thro' dangers, fears, and gloomy night 
How desolate my way ! 

5. O shine on this benighted heart, 

With beams of mercy shine : 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine e 



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HYMN LXXV. Addison. 

HOPE OF DIVINE MERCY. 

1. When rising from the bed of death, 

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
I see my Maker face to face, 
O how shall I appear ! 

2. If yet, while pardon may be found, 

And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
And trembles at the thought. 

3. When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclos'd 

In majesty severe, 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 
O how shall I appear ! 

4. But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee ; 

Thy nature is benign ; 
Thy pard'ning mercy I implore, 
For mercy, Lord, is thine. 

5. O let thy boundless mercy shine 

On my benighted soul ! 
Correct my passions, mend my heart, 
And all my fears controul. 

6. And may I taste thy richer grace, 

In that decisive hour, 
When Christ to judgment shall descend, 
And time shall be no more. 



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HYMN LXXVI. Taylor, 

THE GOD OF MERCY. 

1. Praise to God the great creator, 
Bounteous source of all our joy ; 
He whose hand upholds all nature^ 
He whose nod can all destroy. 

I/O ! th' eternal page before us, 
Bears the cov'nant of his love; 
Full of mercy to restore us, 
Mercy beaming from above. 

2. Round his awful footstool kneeling, 
Lowly bend with contrite souls ; 
Here, his mildest grace revealing, 
Here, his wrath no thunder rolls. 
Ev'ry secret fault confessing, 
Deed unrighteous, thought of sin ; 
Seize, O seize the proffer' d blessing, 
Grace from God, and peace within. 



HYMN LXXVIL — -Newton. 

mercy implored. 

I. One glance of thine, eternal Lord! 
Pierces all nature thro'; 
Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor hell afford 
A shelter from thy view ! 



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2. The mighty whole, each smaller part, 

At once before thee lies ; 
And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart 
Is open to thine eyes. 

3. Tho' greatly from myself conceal'd, 

Thou seest my inward frame; 
To thee I always stand reveal' d 
Exactly as I am. 

4. Since therefore I can hardly bear 

What in myseif I see; 
O how impure must I appear 
Most holy God to thee ! 

5. " Mercy, good Lord ! mercy I plead, 

This is the total sum ; 
For mercy, Lord ! is all my suit, 
Lord! let thy mercy come."* 



HYMN LXXVIII. 31rs. Barbauld. 

THE CONFLICT. 

1. Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes; 
See where thy foes against thee rise. 
In long array, a num'rous host; 
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 



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2. Here giant danger threatening stands, 
Must'ring his pale terrific bands ; 
There pleasure's silken banners spread, 
And willing souls are captive led. 

3. See where rebellious passions rage, 
And fierce desires and lusts engage ; 
The meanest foe of all the train 

Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 

4. Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; 
Perils and snares beset thee round ; 
Beware of all, guard ev'ry part, 

But most, the traitor in thy heart. 

5. Come then, my soul! now learn to wield 
The weight of thine immortal shield ; 
Put on the armour, from above, 

Of heav'nly truth, and heav'nly love. 

8. The terror and the charm repel, 

And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell : 
The man of Calv'ry triumphed here; 
Why should his faithful folio w'rs fear ? 



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HYMN LXXIX. Mrs. Barbauld. 

THE PILGRIMAGE OF LIFE, 

1. Our country Is Emmanuel's ground; 

We seek that promis'd soil : 
The songs of Sion cheer our hearts^ 
While strangers here we toil. 

2. We tread the path our master trod; 

We bear the cross he bore ; 
And ev'ry thorn that wounds our feet, 
His temples piere'd before. 

3. Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, 

And oft are bath'd in tears ; 
Yet nought but heav r n our hopes can raise. 
And nought but sin, our fears. 



HYMN LXXX Heginhothom, 

THE WATCHFUL SERVANT. 

1. Awake, awake, my sluggish soul! 
Awake, and view the setting sun ; 
See how the shades of death advance^ 
E'er half the task of life is done. 

2. Death ! 'tis an awful, solemn sound ; 
O let it wake the slumb'ring ear t 
Apace the dreadful conqu'ror comes, 
With all his pale companions near, 



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3. Soon will he close thy drowsy eyes, 

Nor shaft thou hear these warnings more ; 
Soon will the mighty judge approach, 
E'en now he stands before thy door. 

4. To-day attend his gracious voice; 
This is the summons that he sends : 
" Awake, for on this transient hour 
" Thy long eternity depends." 

5. Blest Jesus! let these awful scenes 
Be ever present to my view : 
Teach me to gird my loins about, 
And trim my dying lamp anew ; 

6. Then, when the king of terror comes, 
My soul will hail the happy day : 
Then come my Saviour from above, 
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay. 



HY31N IIXI7. Heginbothom, 

THE INFLUENCES OF THE SPIRIT DESIRED, 

1. Up to thy seat, eternal God ! 

Now would my ardent passions soar ; 
Fain would I view thy bright abode, 
And love, and wonder, and adore. 

2. Spirit of peace, immortal Dove ! 
Here let thy gentle influence reign : 
Come fill my soul with heav'nly love, 
And all the graces of thy train. 



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3. Descend with all thy sacred light, 
Thine active zeal, thy joy sincere: 
And Hope, in radiant glories bright, 
Descend, and make thy dwelling here. 

4. Not all the sweets beneath the sky, 
Nor corn, nor oil, nor richest wine, 
Could raise my tuneful song so high, 
Or yield me pleasures so divine. 

5. Blest with thy presence, I could meet 
Death, tho' in all his terrors drest ; 
Nor, while I taste a joy so sweet, 
One fear disturb my peaceful breast, 



HYMN LXXXII. Mrs. Steele, 

WE WALK BY FAITH. 

1. Faith leads to joys beyond the sky; 

Why then is this weak mind 
Afraid to raise a cheerful eye 
To more than sense can find? 

2. Sense can but furnish scenes of woe; 

In this low vale of tears 
No groves of heav'nly pleasures grow^ 
No paradise appears. 

8. Ah! why should this mistaken mind 
Still rove with restless pain ? 
Delight on earth expect to find, 
Yet still expect in vain ? 



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4. Faith, rising upward, points her view 

To regions in the skies ; 
There lovelier scenes than Eden knew 
In bright perspective rise. 

5. Let this weak, erring mind, no more 

On earth bewilder'd rove; 
But with celestial ardour soar 
To endless joys above. 



HYMN LXXXIII. Heginhothom. 

GOOD HOPE THROUGH GRACE. 

1. Come, humble souls, ye mourners, come 

And wipe away your tears ; 
Adieu, to all your sad complaints, 
Your sorrows and your fears. 

2. Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, 

The Saviour's dying love; 
Soon you shall sing the glorious theme, 
In loftier strains, above. 

3. God, the eternal mighty God, 

To dearer names descends , 
Calls you his treasure and his joy, 
His children and his friends. 

4c My Father God ! and may these lips 
Pronounce a name so dear! 
Not thus could heav'n's sweet harmony 
Delight my list'ning ear. 



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5. Thanks to my God, for ev'ry gift 

His bounteous hands bestow; 
And thanks eternal, for that love 
Whence all those comforts flow. 

6. For ever let ray grateful heart 

His boundless grace adore, 
Which gives ten thousand blessings now, 
And bids me hope for more. 

7. Transporting Hope ! still on my soul 

Let thy sweet glories shine, 
Till thou thyself art lost in joys 
Immortal, and divine. 



HYMN LXXXIV. Mrs. Barbauld, 



CHRISTIAN CHARITY. 

1. Behold, where, breathing love divine, 

Our dying master stands ! 
His weeping followers gathering round. 
Receive his last commands. 

2. From that mild teacher's parting lips 

What tender accents fell ! 
The gentle precept which he gave, 
Became its author welL 



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3> " Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart 
Feels all another's pain; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Was never rais'd in vain : 

4. Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth 

A stranger's woes to feel ; 
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the pow'r to heal. 

5. He spreads his kind supporting arms 

To ev'ry child of grief; 
His secret bounty largely flows, 
And brings unask'd relief. 

6. To gentle offices of love, 

His feet are never slow : 
He views, thro' mercy's melting eye, 
A brother in a foe. 

7. Peace from the bosom of his God, 

My peace to him I give ; 
And when he kneels before the throne, 
His trembling soul shall live. 

8. To him protection shall be shewn, 

And mercy from above 
Descend on those who thus fulfil 
The perfect law of love," 



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HYMN LXXXV. — Toplady. 

CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP. 

1. Let party names no more 

The Christian world overspread; 
Gentile, and Jew, and bond, and free, 
Are one in Christ their head. 

2. Among the saints on earth, 
Let mutual love be found; 

Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crownM. 

3. Let envy, child of hell, 
Be banish'd far away; 

Those, should in strictest friendship dwell, 
Who the same Lord obey* 

4. Thus will the church below 
Resemble that above, 

Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 



HYMN LXXXVI. — -Scott 

MEEKNESS. 

1. Happy the meek, whose gentle breast. 
Clear as the summer's ev'ning ray, 
Calm as the regions of the blest, 
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2. His heart no broken friendships sting", 
No jars his peaceful tent invade; 

He rests beneath th' almighty wing, 
Hostile to none, of none afraid. 

3. Spirit of grace ! all meek and mild, 
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess; 
Repel each passion rude and wild, 
And bless us, as we aim to bless. 



HYMN LXXXVIL Scott 

MERCY. 

1. I hear the voice of woe: 
A brother mortal mourns : 

My eyes with tears, for tears o'erflow, 
My heart his sighs returns. 

2. I hear the thirsty cry ; 

The famish' d beg for bread : 
O let my spring its streams supply, 
My hand its bounty shed. 

3. And shall not wrath relent, 
Touch' d by that humble strain, 

My brother crying, I repent, 
Nor will offend again ? 

4. How else on sprightly wing, 
Can hope bear high my pray'r, 

Up to thy throne, my God, my king, 
To plead for pardon there I 



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HYMN LXXXVIII. Scott 

PRIDE AND HUMILITY. 

1. Shall sinning man, O Lord, presume 

To glory in thy sight ? 
Himself, on his own virtues plume, 
And claim thy heav'n by right ? 

2. I boast of none, in none I'll trust; 

For mercy, Lord, I sue: 
Ah ! were my judge severely just, 
Perdition is my due. 

3. Shall mortal man, so blind, and weak. 

On his own pow'rs depend ? 
On thee I hope, thy blessing seek ; 
O guide me, and defend. 

4. Shall man his brother man despise, 

Vain of excelling worth? 
Disdainful view with haughty eyes, 
His fellow worm of earth ? 

5. Who made for one a station high? 

Another's mean and low ? 
Who made the poor man's cup so dry? 
Or mine to overflow ? 

6. Our pride shall nobler talents swell : 

Who made yon ideot's small ? 
Who gave me talents to excel ? 
Who— but the God of AIL 



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7. O ! come meek-ey'd humility, 

Come dwell within my breast; 
Dear Jesus! let me learn of thee, 
And find thy promis'd rest. 



HYMN LXXXIX. Watts. 

INVOCATION TO PRAISE. 

1. Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir 

That fills the realms above ; 
Praise him who form'd you of his fire, 
And feeds you with his love. 

2. Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies, 

The floor of his abode ; 
Or veil in shades your thousand eyes 
Before your brighter God. 

3. Thou restless globe of golden light, 

Whose beams create our days, 
Join with the silver queen of nighty 
To own your borrow' d rays. 

4. Thunder and hail, and seas and storms, 

The troops of his command, 
Appear in all your dreadful forms. 
And speak his awful hand. 



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5. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, 

In your unceasing roar ; 
Let wave to wave resound his praise, 
And shore reply to shore. 

6. Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, 

To him that bade you grow ; 
Sweet clusters, bend the fruitful vines 
On ev'ry grateful bough* 

7. Let the shrill birds his honour raise, 

And climb the morning sky ; 
While grov'ling beasts attempt his praise, 
In hoarser harmony. 

& Thus, while the meaner creatures sing, 
Ye mortals, catch the sound ; 
Echo the glories of your king 
Thro' all the nations round. 



HYMN XC. Kelly., 

O THAT I HAD. WINGLS LIKE A DOVE. PS. LV^ 6, 

1. O had I the wings of a dove^ 
I'd make my escape and be gone ; 
I'd mix with the spirits above, 
Who encompass yon heav'nly throne : 

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I'd fly from all labour and toil, 
To the place where the weary have rest ; 
I'd haste from contention and broil, 
To the peaceful abode of the blest. 

2. How happy are they who no more, 
Have to fear the assaults of the foe ! 
Arriv'd on the heavenly shore, 

They have left all their conflicts below : 
They are far from all danger and fear, 
While remembrance enhances their joys ; 
As the storm, when essap'd, will endear 
The retreat which the haven supplies. 

3. Around that magnificent throne, 
Where the Lamb all his glory displays; 
United for ever in one, 

His people are singing his praise. 
How holy, how happy are they ! 
No tongue can express their delight : 
My soul, now unwilling to stay, 
Prepares for her heavenly flight. 

i. But why do I wish to begone ? 
Do I want from the danger to flee ? 
And shall I do nothing for one, 
Who was once such a suflf'rer for me ? 
G Lord ! what a creature am I, 
Sure nothing can heighten my guilt: 
Forgive me, forgive me, I cry, 
Do with me whatever thou wilt 



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HYMN XCI. Heginbothom, 

HEAVENLY TREASURES DESIRED. 

1. No, I will cleave to earth no more, 

No more her joys pursue; 
My heart disdains the flatt'ring snare, 
And bids the world adieu. 

2. Farewell, vain world ! to all thy bliss, 

To all thy glitt'ring store; 
Thine airy dreams, thy specious charms^ 
Delude mine eyes no more. 

3. To nobler realms, my ardent hopes 

With sweet ambition rise : 
No thief can steal, no rust devour, 
Nor moth corrupt my joys. 

4. My soul, by pow'r divine, secur'd 

From ev'ry painful fear, 
Shall see eternal ages roll, 
And still be happy there* 

5. Fir'd with this glorious hope, I soar 

Above terrestrial things; 
Contemn the sorded miser's hoard, 
And all the wealth of kings. 

©. Father ! my spirit longs to see 
Thy blest abode on high : 
Come Death, and bear me to the place 
Where all my treasures lie. 



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HYMN XCII. Doddridge, 

SYMPATHY. 

1. Far from thy servants, gracious Godl 

Th' unfeeling heart remove, 
And form in our obedient souls 
The image of thy love. 

2. O may our sympathizing breasts 

The gen'rous pleasure know, 
Kindly to share in others' joy, 
And weep for others' woe! 

8. Where'er the helpless sons of grief 
In low distress are laid, 
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel r 
And swift our bauds to aid. 

i. O be the law of love fulfill'd 
In ev'ry act and thought; 
Each angry passion far remov'd, 
Eajch selfish view forgot. 

5. Be thou, my heart! dilated wide 
With this kind social grace ; 
And, in one grasp of fervent love ? 
Ail earth and heav'n embrace,. 



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HYMN XCIII. Hegmboihom. 

VIRTUE THE SOURCE OF PEACE. 

1. Forsake, my soul, the tents of Sin, 

How false her joys appear; 
Noise and confusion dwell within; 
Peace is a stranger there. 

2. Peace never fix'd her sacred throne 

So near the gates of hell; 
She reigns in pious breasts alone, 
Where heav'nly virtues dwell. 

3. The men who keep the laws of God, 

His choicest blessings share ; 
Or, if he lift his chast'ning rod, 
'Tis with a father's care. 

4. His mighty pow'r shall guard the just; 

His wisdom points their way ; 
His eye shall watch their sleeping dust ; 
His hand revive their clay, 

5... Begin, ye saints, the joyful task; 
His praise employ your tongue^ 
And soon eternity will ask 
A more exalted song. 



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HYMN XCIV. Taylor. 

LOVE TO GOD AND MAN. 

1. Father of our feeble race, 
Wise, beneficent, and kind, 
Spread o'er nature's ample face, 
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd : 
Musing in the silent grove, 

Or the busy walks of men, 

Still we trace thy wond'rous love, 

Claiming large returns again. 

2. Lord, what off 'ring shall we bring, 
At thine altars when we bow? — 
Hearts renew'd, the constant spring 
Whence the kind affections flow; 
Soft compassion's feeling soul, 

By the melting eye exprest ; 
Sympathy at whose controul, 
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast : 

8, Willing hands to lead the blind, 
Bind the wound, or feed the poor ^ 
Love embracing all our kind, 
Charity with lib'ral store. 
Teach us, O thou heav'nly king, 
Thus to shew our grateful mind, 
Thus th' accepted off 'ring bring, 
Love to thee, and all mankind. 



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HY31N XCV. Doddridge. 

SELF- ACQUAINTANCE. 

1. Return, my roving heart, return, 

And chase these shadowy forms no more; 
Seek out some solitude to mourn, 
And thy forsaken God implore. 

2. Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home; 
Retir'd and silent seek them there: 
True conquest, is ourselves t' o'ercome, 
True strength, to break the tempter's snare. 

3. Thro' all the mazes of my heart, 

My search let heav'nly wisdom guide, 
And still its radiant beams impart, 
Till all be search' d and purified. 

4. Then, with the visits of thy love, 
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer ; 
Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, 
That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. 



HYMN XCVL Doddridge. 

SECRET PRAYER. 

1. Father divine ! thy piercing eye 
Shoots thro' the darkest night ; 
In deep retirement thou art nigh, 
With heart-discerning sight. 



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2. There shall that piercing eye survey 

My duteous homage paid, 
With ev'ry morning's dawning ray, 
And ev'ry ev'ning's shade. 

3. O may thy own celestial fire 

The incense still inflame ; 
While my warm vows to thee aspire, 
Thro' my Redeemer's name. 

4. So shall the visits of thy love 

My soul in secret bless ; 
So shalt thou deign in worlds above 
Thy suppliant to confess. 



HYMN XCVII. Doddridge. 

PROSPERITY AND HAPPINESS FROM GOD* 

1* Shine on our souls, eternal God! 
With rays of beauty shine : 
O let thy favour crown our days, 
And ail their round be thine. 

£. Did we not raise our hands to thee, 
Our hands might toil in vain : 
Small joy success itself could give, 
If thou thy love restrain. 

3. With thee, let ev'ry week begin, 
With thee, each day be spent, 
For thee, each fleeting hour improv'd, 
Since each by thee is lent. 



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4. Thus cheer us thro' this desert road, 
Till all our labours cease ; 
And heav'n refresh our weary souls 
With everlasting peace. 



HYMN XCVIIL Mrs. Steele, 

HOPE ENCOURAGED BY THE DIVINE PERFECTIONS, 

1. Why sinks ray weak desponding- mind? 
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh ? 
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind? 
Am I not safe, if God be nigh? 

2. He holds all nature in his hand: 
That gracious hand, on which I liva, 
Does life, and time, and death command-, 
And has immortal joys to give. 

3. 'Tis he supports this fainting frame; 
On him alone my hopes recline: 
The wond'rous glories of his name, 

How wide they spread! how bright they 
shine ! 

4. Infinite wisdom ! boundless pow'r! 
Unchanging faithfulness and love!— 
Here let me trust, while I adore, 
Nor from my refuge e'er remove* 

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5. My God ! if thou art mine indeed, 
Then I have all my heart can crave ; 
A present help in "times of need, 
Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 

6. Forgive my doubts, O gracious Lord ! 
And ease the sorrows of my breast; 
Speak to my heart the healing word, 
That thou art mine — and I am blest. 



HYMN XCIX. Mrs. Carter. 

THE MERCY OF GOD. 

L O thou, the wretched's sure retreat, 
Who dost our cares controul, 
And, with the cheerful smile of peace, 
Revive the fainting soul! 

2. Did ever thy propitious ear 
The humble plea disdain ? 
Or when did plaintive mis'ry sigh, 
Or supplicate in vain ? 

8. Opprest with grief and shame, dissolv'd 
In penitential tears, 
Thy goodness calms our anxious doubts, 
And dissipates our fears* 



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4. New life from thy refreshing grace 

Our sinking hearts receive ; 
Thy gentlest, best-lov'd attribute, 
To pity and forgive. 

5. From that blest source, propitious hope 

Appears serenely bright, 
And sheds her soft and cheering beam 
O'er sorrow's dismal night. 

6. Our hearts adore thy mercy, Lord! 

And bless the friendly ray, 
Which ushers in the smiling morn 
Of everlasting day. 



HYMN C. Doddridge. 

god's fidelity to his promises. 

1. The promises I sing, 

Which sov' reign love hath spoke ; 
Nor will th' eternal king 
His words of grace revoke ; 

They stand secure, and stedfast still ; 

Not Zion's hill abides so sure. 

2. The mountains melt away 
When once the judge appears, 
And sun and moon decay, 
That measure mortals years; 

But still the same, in radiant lines, 
The promise shines thro' all the flame. 



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3, Their harmony shall sound 
Thro' mine attentive ears, 
When thunders cleave the ground, 
And dissipate the spheres ; 
'Midst all the shock of that dread scene, 
I stand serene, thy word my rock. 



HYMN CI. Doddridge. 

THE EFFECTS OF DIVINE KNOWLEDGE* 

1. Shine forth, eternal source of light ! 

And make thy glories known : 
Fill our enlarg'd adoring sight 
With lustre all thy own. 

2. Vain are the charms, and faint the rays, 

The brightest creatures boast ; 
And all their grandeur, and their praise, 
Is in thy presence lost. 

3„ To know the author of our frame 
Is our sublimest skill: 
True science is to read thy name, 
True life t' obey thy will. 

4, For this I long, for this I pray, 
And following Gn pursue, 
Till visions of eternal day 
Fix and complete the view. 



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Doddridge. 



THE DIVINE ASSISTANCE AND PRESENCE. 

1. And art thou with us, gracious Lord, 

To dissipate our fear ? 
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, 
Our God for ever near? 

2. Doth thy right hand, which form'd the earthy 

And bears up all the skies, 
Stretch from on high its friendly aid, 
When dangers round us rise ? 

3. On this support my soul shall lean, 

And banish ev'ry care ; 
The gloomy vale of death must smile, 
If God be with me there. 

4. While I his gracious succour prove, 

'Midst all my various ways, 
The darkest shades, thro' which I pass, 
Shall echo with his praise. 



THE GREATNESS AND MAJESTY OF GOD, 

I. Ye weak inhabitants of clay, 
Ye trifling insects of a day, 
Low in your native dust bow down 
Before th v Eternal's awful throne. &3 



HYMN CIII. 



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2o Loud let ten thousand trumpets sound, 
And call remotest nations round, 
Assemble on the crouded plains, 
Princes and people, kings and swains. 

3c Joined with the living, let the dead 
Rising the face of earth o'erspread ; 
And, while his praise unites their tongues, 
Let angels echo back the songs. 

4. The drop, that from the bucket falls, 
The dust, that hangs upon the scales, 
Is more to sky, and earth, and sea, 
Than all this pomp, O God ! to thee. 



HYMN CIV. -Doddridge. 

WALKING WITH GOD. 

3, Thrice happy men, who, born from heav'n,. 
While yet they sojourn here, 
Thus all their days with God begin, 
And spend them in his fear ! 

2. 'Midst hourly cares, may love present 

Its incense to thy throne ; 
And, while the world oux hands employs, 
Our hearts be thine alone. 

3, As sanctified to noblest ends, 

Be each refreshment sought;. 
And by each various providence, 
Some wise instruction brought, 



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4, When to laborious duties calPd, 

Or by temptations try'd, 
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings, 
And in thy strength confide. 

5. As diff 'rent scenes of life arise, 

Our grateful hearts would be 
With thee amidst the social band, 
In solitude with thee. 

8. In solid pure delights, like these, 
Let all my days be past; 
Nor shall I then impatient wish, 
Nor shall I fear the last. 



HY31N CV. Doddridge. 

GOD PRESENT WITH HIS PEOPLE* 

1. To thee, my God, my days are known; 

My soul enjoys the thought; 
My actions all before thy face, 
Nor are my wants forgot. 

2. Each secret breath devotion vents, 

Is vocal to thine ear; 
And all my walks of daily life 
Before thine eye appear. 

3. The vacant hour, the active scene^ 

Thy mercy shall approve ; 
And ev'ry pang of sympathy, 
And ev'ry care of love* 



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4. Each golden hour of beaming light 

Is guided by thy rays ; 
And dark affliction's midnight gloom 
A present God surveys. 

5. Full in thy view thro' life I pass, 

And in thy view I die ; 
And, when each mortal bond is broke, 
Shall find my God is nigh. 



HYMN CVI. Doddridge, 

SUPPORT IN GOD'S COVENANT UNDER TROUBLE. 

1. My God! the cov'nant of thy love 

Abides for ever sure, 
And in its matchless grace I feel 
My happiness secure. 

2. Since thou, the everlasting God, 

My father art become ; 
Jesus my guardian, and my friend, 
And heav'n my final home; 

3. I welcome ail thy sovereign will, 

For all that will is love ; 
And, when I know not what thou dost, 
I wait the light above. 

4. Thy cov'nant, in the darkest gloom, 

Shall heav'nly rays impart, 
Which, when my eye-lids close in death? 
Shall warm my chilling heart. 



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HYMN CVIL Doddridge. 

god's goodness to his people here and 
hereafter* 

1. Our souls with pleasing wonder view 

The bounties of thy grace ; 
How much bestow'd ; how much reserved 
For those who seek thy face ! 

2. Thy liberal hand with worldly bliss 

Oft makes their cup run o'er; 
And in the covenant of thy love 
They find diviner store. 

3. Here mercy hides their num'rous sins ; 

Here grace their souls renews ; 
Here thy own reconciled face 
Doth heav'nly beams diffuse. 

4. But O ! what treasures yet unknown 

Are lodg'd in worlds to come ! 
If these th' enjoyments of the way, 
How happy is their home t 

5«. And what shall mortal worms reply? 
Or how such goodness own ? 
But 'tis our joy that, Lord, to thee, 
Thy servants' hearts are known. 



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6. Since time's too short, all-gracious God* 
To utter half thy praise, 
Loud to the honour of thy name 
Eternal hymns we'll raise. 



HYMN CVXII. Doddridge. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

h My soul, triumphant in the Lord, 
Shall tell its joys abroad ; 
And march with holy vigour on, 
Supported by its God, 

2. Thro 1 all the winding maze of life, 

His hand hath been my guide ; 
And in that long-experienc'd care, 
My heart shall still confide. 

3. His grace thro' all the desert flows, 

An unexhausted stream : 
That grace, on Zion's sacred mount, 
Shall be my endless theme. 



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HYMN CIX, Doddridge. 

PRAISING GOD IN TIME AND ETERNITY- 

1. God of my life! thro' all its days 

My grateful pow'rs shall sound thy praise; 
The song shall wake with op'ning light, 
And warble to the silent night. 

2. When anxious cares would break my rest, 
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, 
Thy tuneful praises rais'd on high, 

Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3. When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all its pow'rs of language fail, 

Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break, 
And mean the thanks i cannot speak. 

4. But O ! when that last conflict's o'er, 
And I am chain' d to flesh no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise, 
To join the music of the skies ! 

5. Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, 
Which echo o'er the heav'nly plains ; 
And emulate with joy unknown, 

The glowing seraphs round thy throne* 

6. The cheerful tribute will I give, 
Long as a deathless soul can live ; 
A work so sweet, a theme so high, 
Demands, and crowns eternity. 



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HYMN CX. Merrick. 

A SONG OF PRAISE. 

1. Raise your voice, and joyful sing, 
Praise to your eternal king-, 

For his mercies far extend, 
And his bounty knows no end. 
Thro' the various realms of earth, 
Praise him, ail of human birth ; 
Honour pay to heavVs high Lord, 
And his wond'rous deeds record. 

2. Be the Lord your constant theme, 
Who of gods is God supreme ; 
He to whom all lords beside, 

Bow their knee, and veil their pride: 
He whose wisdom thron'd on high, 
Built the mansions of the sky; 
And the orbs that gild the pole, 
Bade thrtf boundles ether roll. 

3. He who o'er the earthly ball, . 
Looks with equal eye on all, 
And to ev'ry thing that lives 
Rich supplies of blessings gives : 
To him, the great eternal king, 
Raise your voice, and joyful sing; 
For his mercies far extend, 

And his bounty know s no ernL 



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HYMN CXI. Heginbothom. 

A GOOD CONSCIENCE. ACTS XXIV, 16. 

1. Sweet peace of conscience, heav'nly guest! 
Come fix thy mansion in my breast, 
Dispel my doubts, my fears controul, 
And heal the anguish of my soul. 

2. Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere, 
Come, make your constant dwelling here: 
Still let your presence cheer my heart, 
Nor sin compel you to depart. 

3. Thou God of hope, and peace divine! 
O make these sacred pleasures mine! 
Forgive my sins, my fears remove, 
And send the tokens of thy love. 

4. Then, should mine eyes, without a tear. 
See Death, with all his terrors, near; 
My heart should then in death rejoice. 
And raptures tune my fait 'ring voice. 

5. Nay, should the frame of nature fall, 
And flames surround this earthly ball, 
Ev*n then, my soul without dismay. 
The mighty ruin would survey. 

6. Yes, for beyond these lower skies, 
New worlds salute mj longing eyes ; 
Blest worlds ! where peace her throne main 

tains, 

And everlasting glory reigns t. 



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HYMN CXIL — Doddridge. 

GOD INTREATED FOR ZION. 

1. Look down, O God! with pitying eye, 
And view the desolation round; 

See what wide realms in darkness lie, 
And hurl their idols to the ground. 

2. Loud let the gospel trumpet blow, 
And call the nations from afar ; 
Let all the isles their Saviour know, 
And earth's remotest ends draw near. 

3. With gentle beams on Britain shine, 
And bless her princes, and her priests ; 
And, by thine energy divine, 

Let sacred love o'ertlow their breasts. 

4. Triumphant here let Jesus reign, 
And on his vineyard sweetly smile; 
While all the virtues of his train 
Adorn our church, adorn our isle. 

5. On all our souls let grace descend, 
Like heav'nly dew in copious show'rs, 
That we may call our God our friend, 
That we may hail salvation ours. 

6. Then shall each age and rank agree, 
United shouts of joy to raise; 

And Zion, made a praise by thee, 
To thee shall render back the praise. 



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HYMN CXIIL Doddridge. 

THE COMING OF CHRIST. 

1. Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes ! 

The Saviour promis'd long! 
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, 
And ev'ry voice a song. 

2. On him, the spirit, largely pour'd, 

Exerts his sacred fire ; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His holy breast inspire. 

3. He comes the pris'ners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4. He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray; 
And on the eyes opprest with night 
To pour celestial day. 

5. He comes the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure ; 
And, w ith the treasures of his grace, 
T' inrich the humble poor. 

6. Our glad hosannas, prince of peace I 

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heav'n's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 



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HYMN CXIV. Mrs. Steele. 

JESUS THE KING OF GLORY REIGNS. 

1. Jesus who vanquish' d all our foes, 
Who came to save, who reigns to bless, 
From him our ev'ry comfort flows, 
Life, liberty, and joy, and peace. 
Resound, resound, in joyful strains, 

J esus the king of glory reigns ! 

2. Yes, thou art worthy, dearest Lord! 
Of universal, endless praise ; 
With ev'ry pow'r to be ador*d, 
That men, or angels e'er can raise, 
Let heav'n and earth unite their strains, 
Jesus the king of glory reigns! 

8. But earth, nor heav'n can e'er proclaim 
The boundless glories of their king; 
Yet must our hearts adore his name, 
Dear name, whence all our blessings spring! 
Resound, resound, in joyful strains, 
Jesus the king of glory reigns! 

4. How mean the tribute mortals pay ! 

How cold the heart, how faint the tongue ! 
But Lord ! a bright, eternal day 
Shall tune a more exalted song. 
Resounding in immortal strains, 
Jesus the king of glory reigns ! 



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HYMN CXV. Doddridge. 

EMBLEMS OF THE EFFECTS OF THE GOSPEL.™ 
ISAIAH LV, 10. 

3 , Mark the soft falling snow, 

And the diffusive rain ; 

To heav'n, from whence it fell^ 

It tarns not back again ; 
But waters earth thro' ev'ry pore, 
And calls forth all its secret store, 

2. Array'd in beauteous green, 
The hills and vallies shine, 
And man and beast are fed 
By providence divine : 

The harvest bows its golden ears^ 
The copious seed of future years,. 

3. " So," saith the God of grace* 
" My gospel shall descend, 

" Almighty to effect 

" The purpose I intend ; 
u Millions of souls shall feel its pow'r* 
" And bear it down to millions more."' 



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HYMN CXVI. Doddridge. 

THE ACCEPTABLE YEAR OF THE LORD. 

LUKE IV, 19. 

1. Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound, 
And spread the joyful tidings round; 
Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, 
And hail the Lord's accepted year. 

2. Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, 
That you ten thousand talents owe, 
When humbled at his feet ye fall, 
Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 

3. Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain 
Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign; 

To liberty, assert your claim, 

And urge the great Redeemer's name, 

4. The rich inheritance you lost, 
Restor'd, improved, you now may boast; 
Fair Salem your arrival waits, 

To golden streets and pearly gates. 

5. Her blest inhabitants no more 
Bondage and poverty deplore : 

No debt, but love, immensely great^ 
Whose joy still rises with the debt 



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HYMN CXVII.— Anonymous. 

GOSPEL INVITATIONS 

1. Hark! hark! the gospel trumpet sounds, 
Thro' the wide earth, the echo bounds ; 
Pardon and peace, by Jesu's blood, 
Rebels are reconcil'd to God, 

And led into the heav'nly road, 
By grace divine ! 

2. Come sinners, hear the joyful news 5 
Nor longer dare the grace refuse ; 
Mercy and justice, here combine, 
Goodness and truth harmonious join, 
While boundless love, in ev'ry line, 

Invites you near. 

3. Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre ; 
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire ; 
Let all the Saviour's love proclaim, 
And spread abroad his matchless fame :; 
For ever worthy is the lamb 

Of endless praise, 



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HYMN CXVIII. Doddridge. 

THE RICHES OF PARDONING GRACE. 

1. Let heav'n burst forth into a song; 
Let earth reflect the joyful sound; 
Ye mountains with the echo ring-, 
And shout ye forests all around. 

2. The Lord his Israel hath redeemM, 
Hath made his mourning people glad; 
And the rich glories of his name, 

In their salvation hath display' d. 

3. Unnumbered sins, like sable clouds, 
VeiPd ev'ry cheerful ray of joy; 

And thunders murmur'd thro' the gloom. 
While light'nings pointed to destroy. 

4. He spoke, and all the clouds dispers'd ? 
And heav'n unveil' d its shining* face; 
The whole creation smil'd anew, 
Deck'd in the golden beams of grace. 

5. Israel, return with humble love, 
Return to thy Redeemer's breast, 
And, charmM by his melodious voice., 
Compose thy weary pow'rs to rest. 



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HYMN CXIX. Doddridge. 

THE GOSPEL FIRST PREACHED AT JERUSALEM.—- 
LUKE XXIV, 47. 

1. " Go," saith the Lord, " proclaim my grace 
" To all the sons of Adam's race ; 

" Pardon for ev'ry crimson sin, 
" And at Jerusalem begin. 

2. " There, where my blood, not fully dry, 
" Stands warm upon mount Calvary; 

" That blood shall purge away their guilt, 
" By whom so lately it was spilt. 

3. " Now let the daring rebels turn, 

" And o'er their bleeding sov'reign mourn; 
" Their bleeding sov'reign shall forgive, 
" And bid the rebels look and live." 

4. Is this thy voice, all-gracious Lord ? 
And did the rebels hear thy word ? 
And did they fall beneath thy feet, 
And on their knees forgiveness meet ? 

5. Then may I hope for mercy too \ 
Such love can my hard heart subdue^ 
And give this guilty soul a place, 
Among these captives of thy grace. 

6. Here be it daily mine employ 

To bathe thy wounds with tears of joy ? 

Tiii 'midst the new Jerusalem 

In one full choir we sing thy name* 



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HYMN CXX— Doddridge. 

THE PROGRESS OF THE GOSPEL DESIRED. 

1. Behold, with pleasing ecstacy, 
The gospel standard lifted high, 
That all the nations from afar 
May in the great salvation share. 

2. Awake, all-conqu'ring arm, awake! 
And hell's extensive empire shake ; 
Assert the honours of thy throne, 
And call the ruin'd world thy own. 

3. Thine all-successful pow'r display; 
Produce a nation in a day ; 

For at thy word this barren earth 
Shall travail with a gen'ral birth. 

4. Swift let thy quick'ning spirit breathe 
On these abodes of sin and death; 

That breath shall bow ten thousand minds. 
Like waving corn before the winds. 

5. Scarce can our glowing hearts endure 

A world, where thou art known no more ; 
Transform it, Lord! by conquering love. 
Or bear us to the realms above. 



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SALVATION NEARER THAN WHEN YE BELIEVED. 

ROMANS XIII, 11. 

1. Awake, ye saints! and raise your eyes, 

And raise your voices high ; 
Awake, and praise that sov'reign love, 
That shews salvation nigh. 

2. On all the wings of time it flies, 

Each moment brings it near; 
Then welcome each declining day, 
Welcome each closing year. 

3. Not many years their rounds shall run, 

Nor many mornings rise, 
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 
To our admiring eyes. 

4. Ye wheels of nature, speed your course, 

Ye mortal pow'rs, decay ; 
East as ye bring the night of death, 
Ye bring eternal day. 



1. Awake, my soul ! stretch ev'ry nerve, 
And press with vigour on : 
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 



HYMN CXXII. 



Doddridge. 



THE CHRISTIAN RACE. 



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2. A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey : 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
5 Tis his own hand presents the prize, 
To thine aspiring eye. 

4. That prize with peerless glories bright, 

Which shall new lustre boast, 
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
Shall blend in common dust. 

5. Blest Saviour! introduc'd by thee, 

Have I my race begun ; 
And crown'd with vict'ry at thy feet 
I'll lay my honours down. 



HYMN C XXIII. Doddridge. 

THE WISDOM OF REDEEMING TIME. 

1. God of eternity! from thee 

Did Infant-Time his being draw : 
Moments and days, and months and years, 
Revolve by thine unvaried law. 

2. Silent and slow, they glide away; 
Steady and strong, the current flows, 
Lost in eternity's wild sea, 

The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 



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3. With it, the thoughtless sons of men 
Before the rapid stream are borne 
On to that everlasting home, 
Where not one soul can e'er return, 

4. Yet, while the shore on either side 
Presents a gaudy flatt'ring shew, 
We gaze in fond amazement lost, 
Nor think to what a world we go. 

5. Great source of wisdom ! teach my heart 
To know the price of ev'ry hour ; 

That time may bear me on to joys 
Beyond its measure and its pow'r. 



HYMN CXXIV. Doddridge. 

THE WISE CHOICE. 

1, Beset with snares on ev'ry hand, 
In life's uncertain path I stand: 
Saviour divine ! diffuse thy light, 

To guide my doubtful footsteps right, 

2, Engage this roving treach'rous heart 
Wisely to choose the better part; 
To scorn the trifles of a day 

For joys that none can take away. 

3, Then let the wildest storms arise ; 
Let tempests mingle earth and skies ; 
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 

But all my treasures with me bear. 



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4. If thou, my Jesus! still be nigh, 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die: 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
To find ten thousand worlds, in thee. 



HYMN CXXV. Doddridge. 

" WHOSE I AM AND WHOM I SERVE." 

1. My gracious Lord! I own thy right, 
To ev'ry service I can pay ; 

And call it my supreme delight 
To hear thy dictates and obey. 

2. What is my being, but for thee, 
Its sure support, its noblest end? 
Thy ever-smiling face to see, 

And serve the cause of such a friend. 

8, I would not breathe for worldly joy, 
Or to increase my worldly good ; 
Nor future days or pow'rs employ, 
To spread a sounding name abroad. 

4. 'Tis to my Saviour I would live; 
To him, who for my ransom dy'd; 
Nor could untainted Eden give 
Such bliss, as blossoms at his side, 

5. His work my hoary age shall bless, 
When youthful vigour is no more : 
And my last hour of life confess 
His love hath animating pow'r. 



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HYMN CXXVL -Doddridge. 

SEEKING FIRST THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 

1 . Now let a true ambition rise. 

And ardour fire our breast, 
To reign in worlds above the skies, 
In heav'nly glories drest. 

2. Behold Jehovah's royal hand, 

A radiant crown display, 
Whose gems with vivid lustre shine, 
While stars and suns decay. 

3. Away each grov'ling anxious care, 

Beneath a Christian's thought; 
I spring to seize immortal joys, 
Which my Redeemer bought. 

4. Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm, 

The glorious prize pursue; 
Nor shall ye want the goods of earth, 
While heav'n is kept in view. 



HYMN CXXVIL Doddridge. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S ENCOURAGEMENT AND REWARD. 

I. How rich thy favours, God of grace I 
How various and divine ! 
Full as the ocean they are pour'd, 
And bright as heav'n they shine. 



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2. He to eternal glory calls, 

And leads the wond'rous way 
To his own palace, where he reigns 
In uncreated day. 

3. Jesus, the herald of his love, 

Displays the radiant prize, 
And shews the purchase of his blood 
To our admiring eyes. 

4. The songs of everlasting years 

That mercy shall attend, 
Which leads, thro' sufferings of an hour ? 
To joys that never end. 



HYMN CXXVIII. Doddridge. 

INCONSTANCY IN RELIGION LAMENTED. 

1. Perpetual source of light and grace! 

We hail thy sacred name : 
Thro' ev'ry year's revolving round 
Thy goodness is the same. 

2. On us, all-worthless as we are, 

Its wond'rous mercy pours ; 
Sure as the heav'ns establish' d course, 
And plenteous as the show'rs. 

3. Inconstant service we repay, 

And treach'rous vows renew; 
False as the morning's scatt'ring cloud, 
And transient as the dew. 



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4. In flowing tears our guilt we mourn, 

And loud implore thy grace 
To bear our feeble footseps on 
In all thy righteous ways. 

5. Arm'd with this energy divine, 

Our souls shall stedfast move, 
And with increasing transport press 
On to thy courts above. 

6. So by thy pow'r the morning sun 

Pursues his radiant way, 
Brightens each moment in his race ? 
And shines to perfect day. 



HY3IN CXXIX. Doddridge, 

CREATURES VAIN AND GOD ALL-SUFFICIENT, 

1. How long shall dreams of creature-bliss 

Our flatt'ring hopes employ, 
And mock our fond deluded eyes 
With visionary joy ? 

2. Why from the mountains and the hills 

Is our salvation sought, 
While our eternal rock's forsook,, 
And Israel's God forgot? 

3. The living spring, neglected flows 

Full in our daily view; 
Yet we^ with anxious fruitless toil, 
Our broken cisterns hew. m 3 



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4, These fatal errors, gracious God ! 
With gentle pity see : 
To thee, our roving eyes, direct, 
And fix our souls on thee. 



HYMN CXXX. Mrs. Steele. 

THE FETTERED MIND. 

1. Ah! why should this immortal mind, 
Enslav'd by sense, be thus confin'd, 

And never, never rise ? 
Why thus amus'd with empty toys, 
And sooth'd with visionary joys, 

Forget her native skies ? 

2. The mind was form'd to mount sublime 
Beyond the narrow bounds of time, 

To everlasting things : 
But earthly vapours cloud her sight 
And hang, with cold oppressive weight, 

Upon her drooping wings. 

3. The w r orld employs its various snares, 
Of hopes and pleasures, pains and cares. 

And chain' d to earth I lie : 
When shall my fetter' d pow'rs be free, 
And leave these seats of vanity, 

And upward learn to fly ? 

4. Bright scenes of bliss, unclouded skies* 
Invite my soul : O could I rise, 

Nor leave a thought below 7 ! 



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I'd bid farewell to anxious care, 
And say to ev'ry tempting snare, 
Heav'n calls, and I must go. 

5. Heav'n calls; and can I yet delay? 
Can ought on earth engage my stay ? 

Ah wretched, ling'ring heart ! 
Come Lord! with strength, and life, and 
light, 

Assist, and guide my upward flight, 
And bid the world depart. 



HYMN CXXXI. Mrs. Steele, 

HEAVENLY MINDEDNESS 

1, Distant Lord! from thine abode, 
Far from glory, far from God ; 
Now, and then, we breathe a sigh, 
Upwards to our native sky. — - 
O for one celestial ray ! 
From the shining seats of day, 
Sun of righteousness ! arise, 
Warm our hearts and charm our eyes. 

Melt our chains with heav'nly fire, 
Love, and joy, and peace, inspire ^ 
Make us feel thy grace within, 
Free us from the pow'r of sin. 
Give, O give us wings to rise, 
In affection to the skies \ 
Liberty, and joy divine, 
Sun of righteousness, are thine* 



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HYMN CXXXIL Mrs. Steele. 

JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING. PSALM XXX, 5. 

1. Long and mournful is the night, 
Mental night of gloomy fear : 
Source of comfort ! source of light ! 
When, O when wilt thou appear ! 

Thy beams alone can bid the gloom depart, 
And spread celestial morning o'er my heart, 

2. Morning of that glorious day 
Which the blest enjoy above, 
Where, with full unclouded ray, 
Shines thy everlasting love ; 

Where joy triumphant fills the bright abode, 
O happy world f fair paradise of God I 

3. Thither if the heart aspire, 
Shall it, Lord, aspire in vain ? 
Shall the breathings of desire 
Rise with unavailing pain ? 

O thou my guide ! my solace, and my rest ! 
In this sad desert shall I rove unblest ? 

4. Sure the Lord of life is near, 
Tho' a cloud his face conceal : 
Jesus ! when wilt thou appear; 
When thy cheering beams reveal ? 

When shall thy beams of soul-reviving light 
Dispel this gloomy cloud, this mental night ? 



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5. Not in vain aspires the heart 

That depends on thee alone; 

Light and joy, thou wilt impart, 
Radiant dawn of bliss unknown ! 
Here let me wait beneath thy guardian wing ? 
Till from thy smile celestial morning spring. 



HYMN CXXXIIL Mrs. Steele, 

TRUST IN GOD IN TIME OF DISTRESS. 

1. Should famine o'er the mourning field 
Extend her desolating reign, 

Nor spring her blooming beauties yields 
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain : 

2. Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep ? 
Around their famish'd master die; 

And hope itself despairing weep, 
While life deplores its last supply : 

3. Amid the dark, the deathful scene, 
If I can say, the Lord is mine ! 
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain, 
And glory dawn, tho' life decline, 

4. The God of my salvation lives; 
My nobler life he will sustain ; 
His word immortal vigour gives, 
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain* 



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5. Thy presence, Lord, can cheer ray heart, 
Tho' ev'ry earthly comfort die ; 
Thy smile can bid my pains depart, 
And raise my sacred pleasures high. 

6; O let me hear thy blissful voice, 
Inspiring life and joys divine! 
The barren desert shall rejoice : 
'Tis paradise if thou art mine. 



HYMN CXXXIV. -Heginbothom, 

PROSPERITY AND ADVERSITY. 

1. Father of mercies ! God of love! 

My father, and my God ! 
I'll sing the honours of thy name, 
And spread thy praise abroad. 

2. My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, 

Thy various love surveys : 
Where shall my grateful lips begin, 
Or where conclude thy praise ? 

3. In ev'ry period of my life, 

Thy kindest thoughts appear; 
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,. 
And crown each circling year. 

4. In all these mercies may my soul 

A father's bounty see; 
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows 
Estrange my heart from thee. 



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5. Teach me, in times of deep distress, 
To own thy hand, my God ! 
And in submissive silence hear, 
The lessons of thy rod. 

<3. Thro' ev'ry changing state of life, 
Each bright, each clouded scene, 
Give me a meek and humble mind, 
Still equal and serene. 

7. Then should I close mine eyes in death, 
Without one anxious fear ; 
For death itself is life, my God, 
If thou art with me there. 



HYMN CXXXV. Doddridge. 

DIVINE GOODNESS IN MODERATING AFFLICTIONS, 

1. Great ruler of all nature's frame ! 

We own thy pow'r divine; 
We hear thy breath, in every storm, 
For all the winds are thine. 

2. Wide as they sweep their sounding way, 

They work thy sov'reign will; 
And, aw'd by thy majestic voice, 
Confusion shall be still. 

S. Thy mercy tempers ev'ry blast 
To them that seek thy face ; 
And mingles with the tempest's roar 
The whispers of thy grace. 



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4. Those gentle whispers let me hear, 
Till all the tumult cease ; 
And gales of paradise shall lull 
My weary soul to peace. 



HYMN CXXXVI. Mrs. Steele. 

TRUE AND LASTING HAPPINESS. 

1. In vain my roving thoughts would find 
A portion worthy of the mind : 

On earth my soul can never rest, 
For earth can never make me blest. 

2. Can lasting happiness be found, 
Where seasons roll their hasty round; 
And days and hours with rapid flight, 
Sweep cares and pleasures out of sight ? 

3. Arise, my thoughts! my heart, arise! 
Leave this vain world, and seek the skies ; 
There joys for evermore shall last, 
When seasons, days, and hours are past. 

4. Thy mercy, Lord ! to me impart : 

O raise my thoughtless, wandering heart, 
To pleasures perfect and sublime, 
Unmeasured by the wings of time. 

5. Let those bright worlds of endless joy, 
My thoughts, my hopes, my cares employ: 
No more, ye restless passions! roam: 
God is my bliss, and heav'n my home, 



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HYMN CXXXVII. Mrs. Steele. 

BECAUSE I LIVE, YE SHALL LIVE ALSO. 

JOHN XIV, 19. 

1. When sins and fears prevailing rise, 
And fainting hope almost expires ; 
Jesus ! to thee, I lift mine eyes, 

To thee, I breathe my soul's desires. 

2. Art thou not mine, my living Lord ? 
And can my hope, my comfort die, 
Fix'd on thy everlasting word, 

That word which built the earth and sky ? 

3. If my immortal Saviour lives, 
Then my immortal life is sure ; 
His word a firm foundation gives, 
Here, let me build and rest secure. 

4. Here, let my faith unshaken dwell; 
Immoveable, the promise stands ; 
Nor all the pow'rs of earth, or hell, 
Can e'er dissolve, the sacred bands* 

jj 5. Here, O my soul! thy trust repose; 
r If Jesus is for ever mine, 

Not death itself, that last of foes, 

Shall break a union so divine. 



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HYMN C XXXVII I. Doddridge. 

ABIDING IN CHRIST. 

1. Lord of the vineyard! we adore 

That pow'r and grace divine, 
Which plants our wild, our barren souls 
In Christ the living vine. 

2. For ever, may they there abide, 

And from that vital root, 
Be influence spread thro' ev'ry branch, 
To form and feed, the fruit. 

3. Shine forth, my God! the clusters warm, 

With rays of sacred love ; 
Till Eden's soil, and Zion's streams, 
The gen'rous plant improve. 



HYMN C XXXIX. -Doddridge. 

LOVE TO CHRIST. 

1. Do not I love thee, O my Lord? 

Behold my heart, and see; 
And tarn each worthless idol out, 
That dares to rival thee. 

2, Do not I love thee from my soul? — 

Then let me nothing love : 
Dead be my heart, to ev'ry joy, 
When Jesus cannot move. 



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2. Would not mine ardent spirit vie, 
With angels round the throne, 
To execute thy sacred will, 
And make thy glory known ? 

4. Would not my heart pour forth its blood, 

In honour of thy name? 
And challenge the cold hand of death 
To damp th' immortal flame. 

5. Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord t 

But O ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love thee more. 



HYMN CXL. Doddridge. 

THE GREAT PHYSICIAN. 

1. Behold the great Physician stands, 

Whose skill is ever sure, 
And loud he calls to dying men, 
And free he offers cure. 

2. And will ye hear, his gracious voice. 

While sore diseas'd ye lie ? 
Or will ye all his grace despise. 
And trifle till ye die ? 

3. Blest Jesus! speak the healing word, 

And inward vigour give; 
Then, rais'd by energy divine, 
Shali helpless mortals live. 



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4. With cheerful pace our trembling feet 
In thy blest paths shall run, 
Till ZioVs healthful hill they gain, 
Where no complaint is known. 



HYMN CXLI. Heginbothom. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S FEAST. 

1. Adieu to all my fond pursuits, 

Ye vain delights adieu ! 
My heart to nobler bliss aspires, 
And better joys than you. 

2. Not all the sweets of earth and sense, 

Can please th' immortal mind; 
Delusive sweets ! that mock our taste* 
And leave a sting behind. 

3. Author of life, and endless joy! 

To thee, to thee I come ! 
Thou art the centre of my heart, 
My portion, and my home. 

4. Give me to taste that sacred food 

Thy favour' d children eat; 
Not earth, with all its stores, can yield 
Such soul-refreshing meat. 

5. Let sweet devotion be my feast ; 

O teach my heart to pray ; 
With thee, to hail the morning light, 
With thee, to end the day. 



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6. Let faith, and zeal, and ardent love, 
Still bear me on their wings, 
And smiling hope still lift the hearty 
Above terrestrial things. 



HYMN CXLII. Taylor. 

PARDON AND PEACE FROM GOD-, 

I. Far from mortal cares retreating, 
Sordid hopes, and fond desires; 
Here, our willing footsteps meeting, 
Ev'ry heart to heav'n -aspires. 
From the fount of glory beaming, 
Light celestial cheers our eyes; 
Mercy, from above, proclaiming 
Peace and pardon from the skies. 

*2. Who may share this great salvation ? — 
Each believing, humble mind; 
Ev'ry kindred, tongue, and nation, 
From the dross of guilt refin'd : 
Blessings all around bestowing, 
God withholds his care from none; 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 
From the fountain of his throne, 

>. Ev'ry stain of guilt abhorring, 
Firm and bold in Jesu's cause, 
Still thy providence adoring, 
Faithful subjects to thy laws, 



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4. With cheerful pace our trembling feet 
In thy blest paths shall run, 
Till Zion's healthful hill they gain, 
Where no complaint is known. 



HYMN CXLL Heginbothom. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S FEAST. 

1. Adieu to all my fond pursuits, 

Ye vain delights adieu ! 
My heart to nobler bliss aspires, 
And better joys than you. 

2. Not all the sweets of earth and sense, 

Can please th' immortal mind; 
Delusive sweets ! that mock our taste A 
And leave a sting behind. 

3. Author of life, and endless joy t 

To thee, to thee I come ! 
Thou art the centre of my heart, 
My portion, and my home. 

4. Give me to taste that sacred food 

Thy favour'd children eat; 
Not earth, with all its stores, can yield 
Such soul-refreshing meat. 

5. Let sweet devotion be my feast ; 

O teach my heart to pray ; 
With thee, to hail the morning light, 
With thee, to end the day. 



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6. Let faith, and zeal, and ardent love, 
Still bear me on their wings, 
And smiling hope still lift the hearty 
Above terrestrial things. 



HYMN CXLII. Taylor, 

PARDON AND PEACE FROM GOD-, 

1. Far from mortal cares retreating, 
Sordid hopes, and fond desires; 
Here, our willing footsteps meeting, 
Ev'ry heart to heav'n- aspires. 
From the fount of glory beaming, 
Light celestial cheers our eyes ; 
Mercy, from above, proclaiming 
Peace and pardon from the skies. 

2. Who may share this great salvation ? — - 
Each believing, humble mind; 

Ev'ry kindred, tongue, and nation, 
From the dross of guilt refin'd : 
Blessings all around bestowing, 
God withholds his care from none; 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 
From the fountain of his throne. 

3> Ev'ry stain of guilt abhorring, 
Firm and bold in Jesu's cause,, 
Still thy providence adoring, 
Faithful subjects to thy laws, 

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Lord! with favour still attend us, 
Bless us with thy wond'rous love ; 
Thou, our sun, and shield, defend us ; 
All our hope is from above. 



HYMN CXLIIL Taylor. 

PRAISE TO THE SUPREME RULER AND JUDGE 

1. Let gratitude bless the kind pow'r, 
From whom our salvation descends : 
How great is the God we adore ! 
How rich are the blessings he sends! 
In the beauty of holiness bow; 

O worship, with fear and with love ; 
How solemn, his temples below! 
How r glorious, his presence above ! 

2. Proclaim to the nations around, 
That our God, the omnipotent, reigns; 
Whose righteousness, space cannot bound. 
Whose purpose, unaltered remains. 
Rejoice ! for the Lord is at hand ; 
Prepare ! for his judgment is nigh ; 
Before him^ all nations shall stands 

No guilt from his justice can fly* 



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HYMN CXLIV. Doddridge. 

FAMILY RELIGION. 

1. Father of men ! thy care we bless, 
Which crowns our families with peace ; 
From thee, they sprung, and by thy hand 
Their root and branches are sustain'd, 

2. To God, most worthy to be prais'd, 
Be our domestic altars rais'd ; 

Who, Lord of heav'n, scorns not to dwelL 
With saints in their obscurest cell. 

3. To thee, may each united house, 
Morning' and night, present its vows: 
Our servants there, and rising race, 
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace, 

4. O ! may each future age proclaim 
The honours of thy glorious name; 
While pleas' d, and thankful, we remove 
To join the family above. 



HYMN CXLV. 'Doddridge, 

Christ's condescension to children, 

1. See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
With all engaging charms; 
Hark! how he calls the tender lamb^ 
And folds them in his arms ! 



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2. " Permit them to approach/' he cries, 

" Nor scorn their humble name ; 
" For 'twas to bless such souls as these, 
" The Lord of angels came." 

3. We bring them, Lord! in thankful hands, 

And yield them up to thee; 
Joyful, that we ourselves are thine,. 
Thine, let our offspring be. 

4. Ye little flock, with pleasure hear; 

Ye children, seek his face ; 
And fly with transports to receive 
The blessings of his grace. 

5. If orphans they are left behind, 

Thy guardian care, we trust; 
That care shall heal our bleeding hearts, 
If weeping o'er their dust. 



HYMN CXLVI. Doddridge. 

THOSE THAT SEEK ME EARLY SHALL FIND ME.— 
PROVERBS VIII, 17: 

1. Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm, 
In smiling crouds draw near, 
And turn from ev'ry mortal charm, 
A Saviour's voice to hear, 



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2. He, Lord of all the worlds on high, 

Stoops to converse with you ; 
And lays his radiant glories by, 
Your friendship, to pursue. 

3. " The soul, that longs to see ray face, 

u Is sure my love to gain ; 
? And those that early seek ray grace, 
" Shall never seek in vain." 

4. What object, Lord! ray soul should move, 

If once compar'd with thee ? 
What beauty should command my love, 
Like what in Christ I see \ 

5. Away, ye false delusive toys, 

Vain tempters of the mind ! 
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice, 
And here, true bliss, I find. 



HYMN CXLVII. Heginbothotn. 

THE YOUNG PERSON' S PRAYER. II. CHRON. I, 7-12. 

-1. Hark! 'tis your heav'nly Father's call, 
How soft the charming accents fall : 
" Ask and receive, my sons," he cries, 
With loving heart and melting eyes. 

2. Lord ! I accept thine offer'd grace, 
I come, to seek my Father's face; i 
Nor will he turn his ear away, 
Who taught my heart and lips to pray. 



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3. I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor pow'r, 
Nor the vain pleasures of an hour; 
My soul aspires to nobler thing's 
Than all the pride and state of kings. 

4. I seek for blessings more divine 
Than corn, or oil, or richest wine : 

If those are sent, I'll praise thy name- 
Withheld, I'll still thy grace proclaim. 

5. One thing I ask, and wilt thou hear, 
And grant my soul a gift so dear ? 
Wisdom, descending from above, 
The sweetest token of thy love : 

6. Wisdom, betimes to know the Lord, 
To fear his name, and keep his word, 
To lead my feet in paths of truth, 

And guide and guard my wand'ring youth 

7. Then, shouldst thou grant a length of days, 
My life shall still proclaim thy praise ; 

Or early death, my soul convey 
To realms of everlasting day. 



HYMN CXLVIIL Home. 

"WE AXL DO FADE AS A LEAF." ISA. XLIV, 6. 

1. See the leaves around us falling, 
Dry and wither' d to the ground; 
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 
In a sad and solemn sound. 



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" Sons of Adam, (once in Eden, 
When, like us, he blighted fell,) 
Hear the lecture we are reading 1 , 
'Tis, alas ! the truth we tell. 

2. Youths, tho' yet no losses grieve you, 
Gay in health, and many a grace, 
Let not cloudless skies deceive you* 
Summer gives to autumn place. 

On long life, too much presuming, 
By delusive hopes misled, 
View us late in beauty blooming, 
Number'd now among the dead. 

3. Yearly in our course returning, 
Messengers of shortest stay, 

Thus we preach this truth concerning, 
* Heav'n and earth shall pass away.' 
On the tree of life eternal, 
Man, let all thy hopes be staid; 
Which alone for ever vernal, 
Bears a leaf that shall not fade." 



HYMN CXLIX. Doddridge, 

SHORTNESS OF TIME. 

1, To-morrow, Lord ! is thine, 
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand; 
And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by thy command, 



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2. The present moment flies, 
And bears our life away ; 

O ! make thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3. Since on this winged hour, 
Eternity is hung, 

Waken, by thine almighty pow'r, 
The aged and the young. 

4. One thing demands our care; 
O be it still pursu'd ! 

Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renew' d. 

5. To Jesus may we fly, 
Swift as the morning light, 

Lest life's young golden beams should 
die 

In sudden endless night. 



HYMN CL. Doddridge. 

THE PROGRESS OF TIME. 

1. Remark, my soul! the narrow bounds 
Of the revolving year : 
How swift the weeks complete their rounds ! 
How short the months appear ! 



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2. So fast, eternity comes on, 

And that important day, 
When all, that mortal life has done, 
God's judgment shall survey. 

3. Yet like an idle tale we pass, 

The swift advancing year ; 
And study artful ways t' increase 
The speed of its career. 

4. Waken, O God ! my trifling heart, 

Its great concern to see ; 
That I may act the christian part, 
And give the year to thee. 

5. So shall their course more grateful roll, 

If future years arise ; 
Or this shall bear my smiling soul 
To joy that never dies. 



HYMN CLI. Doddridge. 

THE GREAT JOURNEY. 

1. Beholp, the path that mortals tread 
Down to the regions of the dead ! 
Nor will the fleeting moments stay, 
Nor can we measure back our way. 

2, Our kindred, and our friends are gone; 
Know, O my soul ! this doom thy own ; 
Feeble as theirs, my mortal frame, 

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3. From vital air, from cheerful light, 
To the cold grave's perpetual night, 
From scenes of duty, means of graee, 
Must I to God's tribunal pass. 

4. Awake my soul! thy way prepare, 
And lose in this each mortal care ; 
With steady feet that path be trod, 
Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 

5. Jesus! to thee my all I trust, 
And, if thou call me down to dust, 
I know thy voice, I bless thy hand, 
And die in smiles at thy command. 



HYMN CLII. Heginbothonu 

FOR A NEW YEAR. 

L Gob of our life! thy various praise, 
Let mortal voices sound, 
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days, 
And brings the seasons round. 

2. In ev'ry scene of life, thy care, 

In ev'ry age, we see ; 
And constant as thy favours are, 
So let our praises be. 

3. O keep this foolish heart of mine, 

From anxious passions free ; 
Teach me each comfort to resign, 
And trust my all to thee. 



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4. If mercy smile, let mercy bring, 

My wand'ring soul to God ; 
And in affliction I shall sing, 
If thou wilt bless the rod. 

5. This year, perhaps, the hand of death 

May snatch my soul away ; 
That awful hand may stop my breath 
Before the op'ning day. 

6. Father in heav'n ! thy will be done, 

I cheerfully resign 5 

Make me in life, in death, thine own 5 
This year, for ever thine. 



HYMN CLIII. Heginbothom. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Great God ! let all my tuneful pow'rs 
Awake, and sing thy mighty name : 
Thy hand revolves my circling hours, 
Thy hand, from which my being came, 

2. Seasons and moons still rolling round, 
In beauteous order, speak thy praise ; 
And years, with smiling mercy crown' d, 
To thee, successive honours raise. 

3. To thee, I raise the annual song, 
To thee, the grateful tribute give ; 
My God doth still my years prolong, 
And, 'midst unnumber'd deaths, I live. 



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4. He bids each season on my soul 

Its sweetest, kindest influence shed; 
And all the periods, as they roll, 
Show'r countless blessings on my head. 

5. My life, my health, my friends, I owe 
All to thy vast, unbounded love ; 
Ten thousand precious gifts below,, 
And hope of nobler joys above. 

6. Thus will I sing", till nature cease, 
Till sense and language are no more. 
And, after death, thy boundless grace,. 
Thro' everlasting years, adore. 



HYMN CLIV. — -Doddridge. 

THOU CROWNEST THE YEAR WITH THY GOODNESS. 
PSALM LXV, 11. 

1. Eternal source of ev'ry joy ! 

Well may thy praise our lips employ, 

While in thy temple we appear, 

Whose goodness crowns the circling year 

2. Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 
Thy hand supports the steady pole : 
The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3. The flow'ry spring, at thy command, 
Embalms the air, and paints the land ; 
The summer rays with vigour shine, 
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 



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4. Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Thro' all our coasts, redundant stores ; 
And winters, soften' d by thy care, 

No more a face of horror wear. 

5. Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise; 

Still be the cheerful homage paid 
With op'ning light and ev'ning shade. 

6. O may our more harmonious tongues 
In worlds unknown pursue the songs; 
And in those brighter courts adore, 
Where days and years revolve no more, 



HYMN CLV. Heginbothom. 

FOR THE MORNING. 

11 Still do the wheels of time revolve. 
And bear this life along : 
With thanks I end the fleeting days,-. 
And hail them with a song. 

2. Still do I feel my former health, 

And fresh composure find, 
And all the active pow'rs of life, . 
In gentle ease refin'd. 

3. Lord! what is man, when lost in sleep,. 

All pow'r of reas'ning dies ; 
And yet, from this defenceless state, 
With new delight, I rise, o S 



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4. But not defenceless, O ray soul ! 

Observe that guardian hand, 
Which plac'd those watchful angels there*, 
There set the heav'nly band. 

5. Great God of hosts ! accept the song , 

I own the wond'rous grace : 
O may the guardian of ray nights 
Delight to bless my days. 

6. This day may ev'ry hour correct 

The follies of the past; 
And such may all its actions be^ 
As would adorn the last. 



HYMN CLVI. HawTcesicorth 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. In sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
I safely pass'd the silent night ; 
Again I see the breaking shade, 
I drink again the morning light. 

2. New-born, I bless the waking hour; 
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; 
My conscious soul resumes her pow'r, 
And springs, my guardian God ! to thee* 

3. O guide me thro' the various maze 
My doubtful feet are doom'd to tread; 
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze 
Where dangers press around my head. 



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4. A deeper shade shall soon impend, 
A deeper sleep my eyes oppress ; 

Yet then thy strength shall still defend, 
Thy goodness still delight to bless. 

5. That deeper shade shall break away; 
That deeper sleep shall leave my eyes i 
Thy light shall give eternal day ; 

Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 



HYMN CLVII. Heginbothom, 

FOR THE EVENING. 

1. Stay, stay, my lab'ring powers, awake! 

To praise awhile your God ; 
The God who rules the lightsome day, 
And spreads these shades abroad. 

2. The hand which fills my daily cup, 

And gives my daily bread, 
Preserves my ev'ning comforts too, 
And makes my nightly bed. 

8. This night, perhaps, the hand of death 
May snatch my soul away, 
And send it to the shades of woe, 
Or to eternal day. 

4. My soul ! or meditate the dread, 
Or O ! indulge the joy; 
And let the praise of love divine 
Thy sweetest thoughts employ . 



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5. 'Tis tins which cheers my midnight hours, 

And dissipates the gloom; 
Adds a fresh lustre to the light, 
And glory to the tomb. 

6. Thus, while I feel my heav ? n-born soul 

To its own mansions soar, 
Fearless I give my eyes to sleep, 
Tho' I should wake no more. 



HY31N C Li III Doddridge. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Heav'nly Father ! gracious name ! 
Night, and day, his love the same, 
Far be each suspicious thought, 
Ev'ry anxious care forgot: 
Thou, mine ever bounteous God ! 
Crown'st my days with various good; 
Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep, 

My defenceless hours shall keep. 

2. What if death my sleep invade, 
Should I be of death afraid ? 
Whilst encircled by thine arm, 
Death may strike, but cannot harm, 
What if beams of op'ning day, 
Shine around my breathless clay ? 
Brighter visions, from on high, 
Shall regale my mental eye. 



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3. Tender friends awhile may mourn 
Me, from their embraces torn ; 
Dearer, better friends I have, 
In the realms beyond the grave. 
Transitory world, farewell ! 
Jesus calls with him to dwell: 
With his love, and presence blest^ 
Death is life, and labour rest. 



HYMN CLIX. Doddridge. 

MEDITATIONS IN THE NIGHT SEASON. 

1. What tho' downy slumbers flee, 
Strangers to my couch and me ; 
While with God's protection blest, 
Cares and fears ne'er haunt my breast, 
While the empress of the night 
Scatters mild her silver light ; 
While the vivid planets stray 
Various thro' their mystic way : 

2. While the stars unnumber'd roll 
Round the ever-constant pole; 
Far above these spangled skies, 
All my soul to God shall rise. 
'Midst the silence of the night, 
Mingling with those angels bright, 
Whose harmonious voices raise 
Ceaseless love and ceaseless praise* 



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3. 'Midst the throng his gentle ear 
Shali my grateful accents hear i 
From on high will he impart 
Secret comfort to my heart; 
Lifting all my thoughts above, 
On the wings of faith and love : — 
Blest alternative to me, 
Thus to sleep, or wake, with thee ! 



HYMN CLX. Mrs. Steele. 

FOR THE LORD'S DAY MORNING. 

1. Great God ! this sacred day of thine, 
Demands our souls' collected pow'rs : 
May we employ in work divine, 
These solemn, these devoted hours ! 
O may our souls adoring own, 

The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 

2. Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly ! 
Where God resides, appear no more ; 
Omniscient God ! thy piercing eye 
Can ev'ry secret thought explore. 

O may thy grace our hearts refine, 
And fix our thoughts on things divine* 

3. The word of life dispens'd to-day, 
Invites us to a heav'nly feast ; 
May ev'ry ear the call obey, 

Be ev'ry heart a humble guest ! 



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O bid the wretched sons of need, 
On soul -reviving" dainties feed ! 

4. Thy spirit's pow'rful aid impart, 
O may thy word, with life divine, 
Engage the ear, and warm the heart ! 
Then shall the day indeed be thine : 
Then shall our souls adoring own, 
The grace which calls us to thy throne ! 



HYMN CLXI. Turner. 

THE PLEASURE OF PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

1, Lord of hosts ! how lovely fair 
E'en on earth thy temples are; 
Here thy waiting people see 
Much of heav'n, and much of thee. 
From thy gracious presence flows, 
Bliss that softens afl our woes ; 
While thy spirits holy fire 
W arms our hearts with pure desire, 

^T. Here, we supplicate thy throne, 

Here, thou mak'st thy glories known; 
Here, we learn thy righteous ways, 
Taste thy love, and sing thy praise. 
Thus, with festive songs of joy, 
We our happy lives employ ; 
Love, and long to love thee more, 
Till from earth to heav'n we soar. 



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HYMN CLXII. Doddridge. 

THE WATERS OF THE SANCTUARY. EZEK. XLVlt. 

1. A sacred spring, at God's command, 
From Zion's mount, in Canaan's land, 
Beside thy temple, cleaves the ground, 
And pours its limpid stream around. 

2. The limpid stream, with sudden force, 
Swells to a river in its course ; 
Thro' desert realms its windings play, 
And scatter blessings all the way. 

3. Close by its banks, in order fair, 
The blooming trees of life appear; 
Their blossoms fragrant odours give, 
And on their fruit the nations live. 

4. Flow, wond'rous stream! with glory crow n'd, 
Flow on to earth's remotest bound ! 

And bear us on thy gentle wave 
To him, who all thy virtues gave. 



HYMN CLXIII. Doddridge. 

THE ETERNAL SABBATH. 

1. Lord of the sabbath ! hear our vows, 
On this thy day, in this thy house ; 
And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
The songs which from the desert rise. 



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2. Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord ! we love; 
But there's a nobler rest above^ 

To that our lab'ring souls aspire 
With ardent pangs of strong desire. 

3. No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues : 

4. No rude alarms of raging foes; 

No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun. 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5. O long expected day, begin, 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin : 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death, to rest with God. 



HYMN CLXIV. Mrs. BarhauhL 

TOR THE LORD'S DAY. 
PART I. 

1. Again the Lord of life and light 
Awakes the kindling ray ; 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours increasing day. 

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2. O what a night was thet, which wrapt 
A sinful world in gloom ! 
O what a sua which broke this day, 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 

8. This day be grateful homage paid, 
And loud hosannas sung; 
Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart, 
And praise on ev'ry tongue. 

4, Ten thousand differing lips shall join 
To hail this welcome morn, 
Which scatters blessings from its wings, 
To nations yet unborn. 



PART II. 

5. Jesus, the friend of human kind, 

With strong compassion mov'd, 
Descended, like a pitying God, 
To save the souls he lov'd. 

6. The powers of darkness leagued in vain 

To bind his soul in death ; 
He shook their kingdom when he fell, 
With his expiring breath. 

7. Not long the toils of hell could keep 

The hope of Judah's line; 
Corruption never could take hold 
On aught so much divine. 



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8. And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels 

Ascend the lofty skies ; 
While broke, beneath his powerful cross, 
Death's iron sceptre lies. 

9. Exalted high at God's right hand, 

Aad Lord of all below, 
Thro' him is pard'ning loye dispens'd, 
And boundless blessings flow. 

10. To thee, my Saviour, and my King 1 

Glad homage let me give ; 
And stand prepar'd like thee to die, 
With thee, that I may live. 



HYMN CLXV. Anonymous, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Jesus Christ is ris'n to-day, 
Our triumphant holiday! 
Who so lately on the cross, 
Suffer' d to redeem our loss. 

2. Hymns of praises let us sing 
Unto Christ our heav'nly king, 
Who endur'd the cross and grave, 
Sinners to redeem and save. 

3. But the pains which he endur'd, 
Our salvation hath procur'd : 
Now he reigns above the sky, 

Where the angels ever cry Hallelujah. 



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HYMN CLXVI. Doddridge. 

FOR THE LORD'S SUPFER. 

1. Jesus, the friend of man, 
Invites us to his board; 

The welcome summons we obey, 
And own our gracious Lord. 

2. Here we survey that love, 
Which spoke in ev'ry breath, 

Which crown'd each action of his life, 
And triumph' d in his death. 

3. Here let our pow'rs unite, 
His honour'd name to raise; 

Pleasure and joy fill ev'ry mind, 
And ev'ry voice be praise. 

4. And while we share the gifts 
His bounteous hands bestow, 

Let ev'ry heart in friendship join'd, 
With kind affections glow. 

5. Let love inspire each breast, 
And dictate ev'ry thought ; 

Be angry passions far remov'd. 
And selfish views forgot. 

8. Our souls, expanded wide 
By our Redeemer's grace, 
Shall in the arms of fervent love, 
All heav'n and earth embrace 



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HYMN CLXVII. Doddridge. 

A SACRAMENTAL HYMN. 

1. Now be that sacrifice survey'd, 
That ransom which the Saviour paid; 
That sight familiar to my view, 

Yet always wond'rous, always new. 

2. The Lamb of God, that groan'd and bled, 
And gently bow'd his dying head; 
While love to sinners fiVd his heart, 
And conquer'd all the killing smart. 

3. Blest Jesus! while thy grace I sing, 
What grateful tribute shall I bring, 
That earth and heav'n and thou may'st 

see 

My love to him, who dy'd for me ? 

4. That ofTring, Lord ! thy word hath taught, 
Nor be thy new command forgot, 

That, if their master's death can move, 
Thy servants should each other love. 

5. When to thy sacred cross we fly, 
There let each savage passion die : 
While the warm streams of blood divine 
Melt our cold hearts to love like thine. 



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HYMN CLXVIII. Doddridge. 

CONTINUING IN CHRIST'S LOVE. 

1. To all his flock, what wondrous love 

Doth our kind shepherd bear ! 
As he to his great father's heart, 
So we to his are dear. 

2. So sure, so constant, and so strong 

Do his endearments prove : 
O may their energy prevail 
To fix us in his love. 

3. No more let my divided heart 

From this blest centre turn ; 
But, fir'd by such all-potent rays, 
With flames immortal burn. 

4. Descend, and all thy pow'r display, 

And all thy love reveal; 
That the warm streams of Jesus' blood 
This frozen heart may feel. 



HYMN CLXIX. — - Doddridge. 

THE CONDESCENSION OF THE GREAT SHEPHERD. 

1. And will the majesty of heav'n, 
Accept us for his sheep ? 
And with a shepherd's tender care 
Such worthless creatures keep p 



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2. And will he spread his guardian arms 

Round our defenceless head ? 
And cause us gently to lie down 
In his refreshing shade ? 

3. And will he lead our weary souls 

To that delightful scene, 
Where rivers of salvation flow 
Thro' pastures ever green ? 

4. What thanks can mortal man repay 

For favours great as thine ? 
Or how can tongues of feeble clay 
Proclaim such love divine ? 

5. Eternal God ! how mean are we ! 

How richly gracious thou ! 
Our souls, o'erwhelm'd with humble joy, 
In silent transports bow. 



HYMN CLXX. Newton. 

SPRING. 

1. Pleasing spring again is here! 
Trees, and fields, in bloom appear: 
Hark! the birds, with artless lays, 
Warble their creator's praise. 
Where, in winter, all was snow, 
Now the flow'rs in clusters grow; 
And the corn, in green array, 
Promises a harvest day* 



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2. Lord! afford a spring to me, 
Let me feel like what I see ; 
Speak, and by thy gracious voice, 
Make my drooping soul rejoice. 
On thy garden deign to smile, 
Cheer the plants, enrich the soil: 
Soon thy presence will restore 
Life, to what seem'd dead before. 

3. Lord ! I long to be at home, 
Where these changes never come ! 
Where the saints no winter fear, 
Where 'tis spring throughout the year 
How unlike this state below ! 
There, the flow'rs unwith'ring blow! 
There, no chilling blasts annoy, 

All is love, and bloom, and joy. 



HYMN CLXXI. Anonymous, 

SUMMER AND HARVEST. 

1. To praise the ever-bounteous Lord, 

My soul, wake all thy pow'rs : 
He calls, and at his voice come forth 
The smiling harvest hours. 

2. His cov'nant with the earth he keeps ; 

My tongue his goodness sing; 
Summer and winter know their time; 
His harvest crowns the spring. 



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3. Well pleas'd the toiling 1 swains behold 

The waving yellow crop : 
With joy they bear the sheaves away, 
And sow again in hope. 

4. Thus teach me, gracious God ! to sow 

The seeds of righteousness : 
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams 
The rip'ning harvest bless. 



HYMN CLXXII. Mrs. Steele. 

WINTER, 

1. Stern winter throws his icy chains, 

Encircling nature round ; 
How bleak, how comfortless the plains, 
Late with gay verdure crown'd! 

2. The sun withdraws his vital beams, 

And light and warmth depart; 
And drooping, lifeless nature seems 
An emblem of my heart. 

3. Return, O blisful sun ! and bring 

Thy soul-reviving ray; 
This mental winter shall be springs 
This darkness cheerful day. 

4. O happy state, divine abode, 

Where spring eternal reigns ; 
And perfect day, the smile of Goc^ 
Fills all the heav'nly plains, 



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5. Great source of light ! thy beams display, 
My drooping joys restore, 
And guide me to the seats of day, 
Where winter frowns no more. 



HYMN CLXXIII. Doddridge. 

GOD ADORED FOR HIS WONDERFUL WORKS. 

1. Ye sons of men! with joy record 
The various wonders of the Lord ; 
And let his pow'r and goodness sound, 
Thro' all your tribes, the earth around. 

2. Let the high heav'ns your songs invite, 
Those spacious fields of brilliant light ; 
Where sun, and moon, and planets roll, 
And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 

3. Sing earth in verdant robes array'd, 

Its herbs and flow'rs, its fruit and shade; 
Peopled with life of various forms, 
Fishes and fowl, and beasts and worms. 

4. View the broad sea's majestic plains, 
And think how wide its maker reigns; 
That band remotest nations joins, 
And on each wave his goodness shines. 

5. But O ! that brighter world above, 
Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! 
God's only son in flesh array'd, 

For man a bleeding victim n^ade. 



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6. Thither, my soul ! with rapture soar ; 
There in the land of praise adore ; 
This theme demands an angel's lay, 
Demands an undeclining day. 



HYMN CLXXIV. Doddridge, 

RESTORING MERCY CELEBRATED. 

1. Great source of life! our souls confess 
The various riches of thy grace ; 
Crown' d with thy mercy, we rejoice, 
And in thy praise exalt our voice. 

2. By thee, heav'n's shining arch was spread \ 
By thee, were earth's foundations laid, 
And all the charms of men's abode 
Proclaim the wise, the gracious God. 

3. Thy tender hand restores our breath, 
When trembling on the verge of death; 
Gently it wipes away our tears, 

And lengthens life to future years. 

i. These lives are sacred to the Lord; 
Kindled by him, by him restor'd; 
And, while our hours renew their race, 
Still Tve would walk before his face. 



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5. So when, by him, our souls are led 
Thro' unknown regions of the dead, 
With joy triumphant shall they move 
To seats of nobler life above. 



HYMN CLXXV. Heginbothom. 

GRATITUDE FOR NATIONAL MERCIES. 

1. See, mighty God ! before thy throne 
Britons, with pious rev'rence, bow : 
Our souls, with joy and wonder, own 
That Britain is thine Israel now. 

2. Around our coasts, by thy command, 
The seas, a dreadful bulwark, roar; 
Our strongest bulwark is thy hand, 
Thy hand defends the favour' d shore. 

3. Thrice happy nation ! where the Lord 
The banners of his love displays, 
Reveals the secrets of his word, 
And gives the blessings of his grace* 

4. Still let the Lord on Britain smile, 
While we, with grateful hearts, adore ; 
Nor ever leave his chosen isle, 

Till time and nature are no more. 



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HYMN CLXXVI Heginbothom. 

FOR A FAST DAY IN TIME OF WAR. 

1. Hark! the loud trumpet of our God 

Sounds an alarm of war: 
Attend, O earth ! ye nations ! hear, 
And tremble from afar. 

2. With humble rev'rence, and with awe, 

We hear the sacred word; 
And trembling, own the sentence just, 
Which dooms us to the sword. 

3. Not e'en in war would we repine 

The murd'ring sword to view, 
Might the same stroke that wastes the land^ 
Destroy its vices too. 

4. But we shall hail the happy day 

Which ends the painful doom ; 
When earth shall, like the world above, 
In peace and virtue bloom. 

5. Still let our songs declare his name 

Who guards the British race : 
The God of justice we adore, 
And bless the God of grace, 



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HYMN CLXXVII. Aikin. 

A PRAYER FOR PEACE. 

1. While sounds of war are heard around, 
And death and ruin strew the ground: 
To thee we look, on thee we call, 

The parent, and the Lord of all. 

2. Thou, who hast stamp'd on human kind 
The image of a heav'n-born mind, 
And in a father's wide embrace, 

Hast cherish' d all the kindred race; 

3. O see, with what insatiate rage 
Thy sons their impious battles wage; 
How spreads destruction like a flood, 
And brothers shed their brothers' blood! 

4. See guilty passions spring to birth, 
And deeds of hell deform the earth ; 
While righteousness and justice mourn, 
And love and pity droop forlorn. 

5. Great God ! whose pow'rful hand can bind 
The raging waves, the furious wind; 

O bid the human tempest cease, 

And hush the madd'ning world to peace. 

©. With rev'rence, may each hostile land 
Hear and obey that high command, 
Thy son's blest errand from above, 
Ct My creatures, live in mutual love!" 



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HYMN CLXXVIIL Watts. 

THE DEATH OF KINDRED IMPROVED. 

1. Must friends and kindred droop and die* 

And helpers be withdrawn, 
While sorrow, with a weeping* eye, 
Counts up our comforts gone? 

2. Be thou our comfort, mighty God ! 

Our helper, and our friend; 
Nor leave us in this dang'rous roady 
Till all our trials end. 

3. O may our feet pursue the way 

Our pious fathers led ; 
While love and holy zeal obey 
The counsels of the dead. 

£. Let us be wean'd from all below; 
Let hope our grief dispel ; 
While death invites our souls to go 
Where our best kindred dwell. 



HYMN CLXXIX. Watts. 

MEDITATIONS ON DEATH. 

i. My thoughts, that oft ascend the skies, 
Come, search the dust beneath, 
Where nature all in ruin lies, 
And owns the pow'r of death. 



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2. See, how the tyrant triumphs here! 

His trophies scattered round t 
What heaps of mould'ring bones appear 
Thro* all the hollow ground ! 

3. Soon must we leave the banks of life, 

And try death's doubtful sea; 
Vain are our groans, and vain the strife 
To gain a moment's stay. 

4. Soon shall some friend let fall the tear 

O'er our cold limbs, and say — 
" Once they were strong as mine appear, 
And mine must be as they." 

5. Thus shall our lifeless members teach 

What now our senses learn ; 
For dust and ashes loudly preach 
Man's first and great concern. 



HYMN CLXXX.— Mrs. Steele. 

SIN THE STING OF DEATH. 

1. Death! 'tis a name with terror fraught; 

It rends the guilty heart, 
When conscience wakes remorseful thought^ 
With agonizing smart. 

2. 'Tis guilt alone provokes that frown 

Which all the soul alarms ; 
Gives terror to the monarch's crown, 
And conquest to his arms. 



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8, Dear Saviour! thy victorious love 
Can all his force controul; 
Can bid the pangs of guilt remove, 
And cheer the trembling soul. 

4. Victorious love ! thy wond'rous pow'r 

From sin and death can raise ; 
Can gild the dark departing hour, 
And time its groans to praise. 

5. Then shall the joyful spirit soar 

To life beyond the sky, 
Where gloomy Death can frown no morej 
And guilt and terror die. 

6. No more, O pale destroyer! boast, 

Thy universal sway ; 
To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lost, 
Thy night, the- gate of day. 



HYMN CLXXXI. Heginbothom. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S TRIUMPH OVER DEATH* 

1. Jesus ! I love thy charming name, 

Thy praise shall still employ my tongue y 
For ever will I make thy love 
The pleasing burden of my song. 

2. When in the shades of gloomy nighty 
Opprest with dark despair I lay, 
Thy grace upheld my fainting heart, 
And chac'd my dismal fears away, 



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3. Cheer' d with thy light, the dreary vale 
Loses its horror and its gloom i 

Thy grace can make e'en Death to smile. 
And spread a glory round my tomb. 

4. Thou king of dread ! my faith and hope 
Above thine utmost malice soar : 

O Death ! where is thy mighty sting ? 
Nor boast, O Grave ! thy vict'ry more. 

5. Thanks to thy name, thou God of love! 
To thee, eternal thanks I give ; 

I'll still pursue the glorious theme, 
Long as a deathless soul can live. 

6. O ! could I join those shining hosts, 
And strike those golden, harps above ! 
But I can never, never sing 

In strains proportion' d to thy love, 



HYMN CLXXXII. Pope, 

THE DYING CHRISTIAN. 

1. Vital spark of heav'nly flame! 
Quit, O quit this mortal frame ; 
Trembling, hoping, ling' ring, flying , 
O ! the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife. 
And let me languish into life. 



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2. Hark! they whisper; angels say, 
u Sister spirit, come away." 
What is this absorbs me quite ? 
Steals my senses, shuts my sight? 
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? 
Tell me, my soul! can this be death? 

3. The world recedes, it disappears ; 
Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears 

With sounds seraphic ring ! 
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount, I fly ! 
O Grave ! where is thy victory ? 

O Death! where is thy sting? 



HYMN CLXXXIIL Watts. 

FOR THE BURIAL OF A BELIEVER. 

I. Unveil thy bosom, faithful Tomb ! 
Take this new treasure to thy trust; 
And give these sacred reliques room, 
To seek a slumber in the dust. 

2'. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 
Invade thy bounds : no mortal woes 
Can reach the lovely sleeper here ; 
And angels watch his soft repose. 

3. So Jesus slept : God's dying Son 

Past thro' the grave, and blest the bed. 
Rest here, fair saint ! till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 



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4. Break from his throne, illustrious morn ! 
Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ; 
Restore thy trust, a glorious form ; 
He must ascend to meet his Lord. 



HYMN CLXXXIV Heginbothom. 

THE SECOND APPEARING OF CHRIST. 

1. Come saints 1 and shout the SaviourV 

praise, 

To him your grateful tribute bring; 
Let angels hear the notes you raise, 
And strike their golden harps and sing. 

2, Sing, how he left the heav'nly throne, 
And laid his splendid robes aside, 
Put all our mortal weakness on, 

And groan' d and laboured, wept and died, 

8. Now lift your songs to nobler strains, 
High let your ardent passions soar; 
See, w r here the great Redeemer reigns, 
And all the hosts of heav'n adore. 

4, Again he comes— a mighty cloud 
Bears him in sacred triumph down ; 
The trumpet sounds, it summons loud I 
And angels shout his high renown. 



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5. From realms of death, beneath the ground, 
The saints, in countless millions, rise; 
While seraphs stand admiring round, 
And view the change with vast surprise. 

6. Hail, mighty Prince ! thy kingdom now, 
Thy bliss and triumph, are complete ; 
To thee, the ransom 9 d myriads bow, 
And lay their glories at thy feet. 

7. O could I hope my guilty soul 
Might share the honours of that day. 
Then, let thine awful chariot roll, 
I'll fly to meet thee on thy way. 



HYMN CLXXXV. Newton. 

THE FINAL SENTENCE. 

1. Day of judgment, day of wonders ! 

Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round ! 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2. See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Cloth'd in majesty divine ! 
You who long for his appearing, 

Then shall say, " This God is mine!" 

Gracious Saviour! 
Own me ia that day for thine. 



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3. At his call, the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea : 
All the powers of nature, shaken 
By his looks, prepare to flee : 

Careless sinner ! 
What will then become of thee ? 

4. Horrors, past imagination, 

Will surprise your trembling hearty 
When you hear your condemnation, 
" Hence, accursed wretch, depart ! 

" Thou with Satan 
" And his angels, have thy parti" 

5. But to those who have confessed, 

Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below, 
He will say, " Come near, ye blessed, 
" See the kingdom I bestow ! 

" You for ever 
" Shall my love and glory know." 

6. Under sorrows and reproaches, 

May this thought our courage raise ; 
Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise : 

May we triumph, 
When the world is in a blazer 



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HYMN CLXXXVI. Mrs. Steele. 

THE PROMISED LAND. 

1. Far from these narrow scenes of night, 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes* 

2. Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes 

But half its charms explore, 
How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more ! 

3. There, pain and sickness never come ; 

There, grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And purest pleasure reigns. 

4. No malice, strife, or envy there 

The sons of peace molest; 
But harmony, and love sincere, 
Fill ev'ry happy breast. 

5. No cloud those blissful regions know, 

For ever bright and fair ; 
For sin, the source of mortal woe, 
Can never enter there. 

*3. There, no alternate night is known, 
Nor sun's faint sickly ray; 
But glory from th' eternal throne 
Spreads everlasting day, 



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7. O ! may this heav'nly prospect fire 
Our hearts with ardent love; 
May lively faith and strong desire 
Bear ev'ry thought above* 



HYMN CLXXXm. Mrs. Steele. 

" WE SHALL SEE HIM AS HE IS." 

1. To view, unveil' d, thy radiant face, 

Thou everlasting fair! 
And chang'd to spotless purity, 
Thy glorious likeness wear : 

2. To feast with ever new delight, 

On uncreated good, 
And drink full satisfying draughts 
Of pleasure's sacred flood : 

3. 'Tis bliss too high for mortal thought! 

It awes, and yet inspires : 
Fain would my soul unfetter' d rise 
In more intense desires. 

4. Lord ! raise my faith, my hope, my heart, 

To these transporting joys ; 
Then shall I scorn each little snare, 
Which this vain world employs. 

3. Then, tho' I sink in death's cold sleep, 
I shall awake to bliss ; 
And in the likeness of my God, 
Find endless happiness. 



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HYMN CLXXXVIIL Doddridge. 

GOD THE EVERLASTING LIGHT OF THE SAINTS 
ABOVE. 

1. Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell, 

With all your feeble light : 
Farewell, thou ever changing moon, 
Pale empress of the night ! 

2. And thou, refulgent orb of day! 

In brighter flames array'd, 
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
No more demands thine aid. 

3. Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode, 
The pavement of those heav'nly courts,, 
Where I shall reign with God. 

4. The Father of eternal light 

Shall there his beams display ; 
Nor shall one morrient's darkness mix, 
With that unvaried day. 

5. ' No more, the drops of piercing grief 

Shall swell into mine eyes ; 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amidst those brighter skies. 

6. There, all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each, the bliss of all, shall view, 
With infinite delight. 

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HYMN CLXXXIX. Doddridge. 

O praise ye the Lord ! prepare a new song; 
And let all his saints in full concert join: 
With voices united, the anthem prolong, 
And shew forth his praises with music divine. 

Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend; 
Let each grateful heart be glad in its king : 
The God, whom we worship, our songs will attend, 
And view, with complacence, the ofTring we bring. 

Be joyful, ye saints! sustain'd by his might, 
And let your glad songs awake with each morn: 
For those who obey him are still his delight; 
His hand, with salvation, the meek will adorn. 

Then praise ye the Lord! prepare a glad song; 
And let all his saints in full concert join : 
With voices united, the anthem prolong, 
And shew forth his praises, with music divine. 



HY31N CXC Anonymous. 

How can we adore, or worthily praise, 
Thy goodness and pow'r thou God of all grace! 
With honour and blessing, before thee we fall, 
Most gladly confessing, thee Father of all. 



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The heavens and earth, and water and air, 
To thee, owe their birth, subsist by thy care ; 
Whilst angels are singing, thy praises above, 
We mortals are bringing, our tribute of love. 

Thine heritage bless, thy people defend, 
Replenish with grace, our hearts to the end; 
Protect and deliver, when danger is near> 
And may we for ever in glory appear. 



HYMN CXCI. Doddridge. 

House of our God ! with cheerful anthems ring, 
While all our lips and hearts his goodness sing; 
With sacred joy his wondrous deeds proclaim ; 
Let ev'ry tongue be vocal, with his name. 
The Lord is good, his mercy never ending; 
His blessings in perpetual show'rs descending. 

His goodness never fails ; the dawn, the shade, 
Still see new bounties thro' new scenes display'd; 
Succeeding ages bless this sure abode, 
And children lean upon their fathers' God. 
The deathless soul, thro' its immense duration, 
Drinks from this source, immortal consolation. 

Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join; 
Angels and men, in harmony combine: 
While human years are measur'd by the sun, 
Yea, while eternity its course shall run, 
His goodness in perpetual show'rs descending, 
Exalt in songs and raptures never ending. 



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HYMN CXCII. Mrs. Steele. 

1. While sweet reflection, thro* my days, 

Thy bounteous hand would trace; 
Still dearer blessings claim my praise, 
The blessings of thy grace. 

2. Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord ! 

For favours more divine ; 
That I have known thy sacred word, 
Where all thy graces shine. 

3. My highest praise, alas, how poor ! 

How cold my warmest love! 
Dear Father! teach me to adore, 
As angels do above* 

4. But frail mortality in vain 

Attempts the blissful song; 
The high, the vast, the boundless strain 
Claims an immortal tongue. 



HY31N CXC1II. Anonymous, 

1. Lo, God is here! let us adore, 
And humbly bow before his face; 
Let all within us feel his pow'r, 
Let all within us seek his grace, 

2. Lo, God is here ! him, day and night, 
United choirs of angels sing; 

To him, enthroned above all height, 
HeavVs hosts their noblest praises bring. 



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3. Being of beings ! may our praise 

Thy courts, with grateful fragrance fill^ 
Still may we stand before thy face, 
Still hear and do thy sov'reign will. 



HYMN CXCIV. Sternhold. 

1. The Lord descended from above r 

And bow'd the heav'ns most high; 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

2. On cherub and on cherubim 

Full royally, he rode; 
And on the wings of mighty winds. 
Came flying all abroad, 

3. He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury, to restrain ; 
And he, as sov'reign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 



HYMN CXCV. Doddridge, 

1. Great Father of mankind ! 

We bless that wondrous graee 9 
Which could for gentiles find 
Within thy courts a place. 
How kind the care our God displays^ 
For us, to raise a house of pray'r I 

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2. May all the nations throng, 
To worship in thy house ; 
And thou attend the song-, 
And smile upon their vows : 
Indulgent still, till earth conspire 
To join the choir on Sion's hill. 



HYMN CXCVI. Newton. 

1. More of thy presence, Lord! impart; 
More of thy image let me bear: 
Erect thy throne within my heart, 
And reign without a rival there. 

2. Give me to read my pardon seal'd, 
And thence derive my joy and strength : 
To see thy boundless love reveal'd 

In all its height, and breadth, and length. 

3. Grant these requests — I ask no more; 
But to thy care the rest resign : 
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor, 
All shall .be well, if thou art mine. 



HYMN CXCVII. Doddridge, 

1, And why do our admiring eyes, 
These gospel glories see ? 
And whence, may ev'ry heart reply, 
Salvation sent to me ? 



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2. Amazing grace! arise my soul! 
And sing the Saviour's name, 
And while the great salvation lasts, 
His boundless love proclaim. 



HYMN CXCVIII. Doddridge. 

1. O Lord! how few of Adam's race, 
Have learn' d thy nature and thy ways; 
What thousands in these lands of light, 
Are buried in Egyptian night ! 

2. They tread thy courts, thy word they hear, 
And to thy solemn rites draw near; 

Yet, tho' salvation seems so nigh, 
Because they know not God, they die. 

3. Send thy victorious gospel forth, 
Wide from these regions of the north ; 
And thro' thy churches grace impart, 
To write thy name on ev'ry heart. 



HYMN CXCIX. Anonymous. 

1. The gospel trumpet blow, 
The joy-inspiring sound ; 
Let all the nations know, 
To earth's remotest bound, 

The year of jubilee is come ; 

Return, ye ransom' d sinners, home, 



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2. Extol the Lamb of God, 
The great atoning Lamb; 
Redemption by his blood, 
To all the lands proclaim. 

The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 

3. The gospel trumpet hear, 
The news of pard'ning grace r 
Ye happy souls, draw near, 
Behold your Saviour's face! 

The year of jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home* 



HYMN CC. Anonymous. 

1. All kail, the pow'r of Jesu's name! 

Let angels prostrate fall : 
Bring forth the royal diadem , 
And crow n him Lord of all. 

2. Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him, all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3. O ! that with yonder sacred throng. 

We at his feet may fall ! 
Join, in the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all. 



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HYMN CCI. Anonymous. 

Overwhelm' i> with restless fears, 
Lord! I seek thy mercy-seat; 
And, with all ray flowing tears, 
Pour my sorrows at thy feet : 
Mournful penitence and pray'r 
Cannot seek thy throne in vain; 
Nor unnotic'd by thine ear, 
Shall the contrite heart complain. 



HY31N CCIL Pope. 

1. Father, ador'd in worlds above! 
Thy glorious name be hallo w'd still! 
Thy kingdom come with pow'r and love=, 
And earth, like heav'n, obey thy will ! 

2. Lord! make our daily wants thy care; 
Forgive the sins which we forsake : 

O let us in thy kindness share ! 
As fellow-men of ours partake, 

3. Evils beset us ev'ry hour; 

Thy kind protection we implore : 
Thine is the kingdom, thine the pow'jr; 
Be thine the glory evermore ! 



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HYMN CCIII. Newton. 

Thanks for mercies past, receive, 
Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth, how to live, 
With eternity in view. 
Bless thy word to old and young 1 , 
Grant us, Lord ! thy peace and love ; 
And when life's short race is run, 
Take us to thy house above. 



HYMN CCIV. Anonymous. 

May he, from whom all blessings flow, 

Our sacred rites attend; 
Unite our hearts, in wisdom's ways, 

Till life's short journey end. 
And as the rapid sands run down, 

Our graces still improve ; 
Till each receives the glorious crown, 

Of never-fading love. 



HYMN CCV.—~ Mrs. Steele. 

My God ! my King ! to thee I'll raise 
My voice, and all my pow'rs : 

Unwearied songs of sacred praise 
Shall fill the circling hours. 



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Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue, 
While suns shall set and rise; 

And tune my everlasting song, 
When all creation dies. 



HYMN CC VI. A nonymous. 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace. 
Thanks we give and adoration, 
For thy gospel's joyful sound; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound. 



HYMN CCVII. Hart 

This God is the God we adore, 
Our faithful, unchangeable friend, 
Whose love is as large as his pow'r, 
And neither knows measure nor end. 
5 Tis Jesus, the first and the last, 
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; 
We'll praise him for all that is past, 
And trust him for all that's to come. 



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HYMN CCVIII. Mrs. Masters. 

*'Tis religion that can give 
Sweetest pleasures while we live : 
^Tis religion must supply 
Solid comforts when we die. 
After death, its joys will be 
Lasting as eternity. 



HYMN CCIX. Newton. 

May the grace of Christ our saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favour, 
Rest upon us from above. 
Thus may we abide in union, 
With each other and the Lord ; 
And possess, in sweet communion, 
Joys, which earth cannot afford. 



HYMN CCX. Ken. 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow; 
Praise him all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host, 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 



E*D OF Bi)0* I, 



HYMNS, 

ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 



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HYMN I. Mrs. Steele. 

GRATITUDE AND PRAISE. 

1. My maker and my king! 
To thee, my all I owe: 

Thy sovereign bounty is the spring. 
From whence my blessings flow. 

2. Thou ever good and kind ! 
A thousand reasons move, 

A thousand obligations bind 
My heart, to grateful love, 

3. The creature, of thy hand, 
On thee alone, I live ; 

My God ! thy benefits demand, 
More praise than I can give. 

4. O ! let thy grace inspire, 

My soul, with strength divine ; 
Let all my pow'rs, to thee aspire. 
And all my days be thine, 

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HYMN II Watts. 

SINCERE WORSHIP. 

1. Almighty maker, God ! 
How wond'rous is thy name! 

Thy glories how diffus'd abroad! 
Thro' the creation's frame. 

2. Nature, in ev'ry dress, 
Her humble homage pays ; 

And finds a thousand ways t' express, 
Thine undissembled praise. 

3. My soul would rise and sing, 
To her creator too ; 

Fain would my tongue adore my king, 
And pay the worship due. 

4. Descend, celestial fire ! 
And seize me from above ; 

Melt me in flames of pure desire, 
A sacrifice to love. 

5. Create my soul anew, 
Else all my worship's vain; 

This wretched heart will ne'er be true, 
Until 'tis form'd again. 

6. Let joy and worship spend, 
The remnant of my days ; 

And to my God my soul ascend, 
In sweet perfumes of praise. 



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HY31N III. 



Watts. 



GOD INCOMPREHENSIBLE. 



1. O the immense th' amazing height ! 

The grandeur of the Lord ! 
Who views all nature from his throne, 
And rules it with his word. 

2. Vast are the powers of human mind ; 

On what a wing it flies ! 
But far below the reach of God, 
The boldest reason lies. 

3. Thy glorious nature far exceeds, 

The praise of mortal tongue: 
The seraph would in vain attempt, 
To form an equal song. 

4. Here then great God ! our awe-struck souls^ 

In humble silence lie ; 
The utmost efforts of our minds, 
Fall short, and sink, and die. 



1. Keep silence, all created things! 
And wait your maker's nod ; 
My Soul stands trembling, while she sings. 
The honours of her God, 



HYMN IV. 



Watt*. 



THE GREATNESS OF GOD. 



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2. Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm decree; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave to be. 

3. His mighty voice bade ancient night, 

Her gloomy realms resign ; 
And lo ! ten thousand w orlds of light, 
In fields of azure shine. 

4. His wisdom, with superiour sway, 

Guides the vast moving frame; 
Whilst all the ranks of beings pay, 
Deep rev'rence, to his name. 



HYMN V. Watts. 

SOVEREIGNTY AND GRACE. 

1. The Lord! how fearful is his name! 

How wide is his command ! 
Nature, with all her moving frame, 
Rests on his mighty hand. 

2. Immortal glory forms his throne, 

And light his awful robe; 
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown, 
He manages the globe. 

3. A word of his almighty breath, 

Can swell, or sink the seas; 
Build the vast empires of the earth, 
Or break them, as he please. 



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4. Adoring 1 angels round him fall, 

In all their shining forms ; 
His sov'reign eye looks thro' them all> 
And pities mortal worms. 

5. His bowels, to our worthless race, 

In sweet compassion move ; 
He clothes his looks, with softest grace, 
And takes his title, love. 

6. Now let the Lord for ever reign, 

And sway us as he will ; 
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain, 
We are his fav'rites still. 

7. No more shall peevish passion rise, 

The tongue, no more complain; 
'Tis sov'reign love that lends our joys, 
And love resumes again. 



HYMN VI. Mrs. Rowe. 

GOD ETERNAL ANJ> UNCHANGEABLE, 

1. Before the bright harmonious spheres 

Their glorious rounds begun ; 
Before the shining roads of heav'n 
Were measur'd, by the sun. 

2. Ere man ador'd, or angels knew, 

Or prais'd thy wond'rous name ; 
Thy bliss, eternal Spring of life I 
And glory, were the same 

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3. And when the pillars of the world, 

With sudden ruin hreak ; 
And all this vast and goodly frame, 
Sinks, in the mighty wreck : 

4. When from her orb the moon shall start, 

Th' astonish' d sun roll back; 
While all the trembling starry lamps 
Their ancient course forsake : 

5. For ever permanent and fix'd, 

From interruption free, 
Unchang'd in everlasting years, 
Shall thy existence be I 



HYMN VII. Ryland. 

DELIGHT IN GOD. 

1. O Lord! I would delight in thee, 

And on thy care depend; 
To thee, in every trouble flee, 
My best, my only friend. 

2. When all created streams are dryM, 

Thy fullness is the same; 
May I with this be satisfy' d, 
And glory in thy name. 

3. Why should the soul a drop bemoan, 

Who has a fountain near ? 
A fountain, which will always run, 
With waters sweet and clear. 



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4. No good in creatures can be found, 

But may be found in thee ; 
I must have all things, and abound, 
While God, is God, to me. 

5. O ! that I had a stronger faith, 

To look within the veil ; 
To credit what my Saviour saith, 
Whose word can never fail. 

6. O Lord ! I cast my care, on thee, 

I triumph and adore ; 
Henceforth, my great concern shall be, 
To love and please thee more. 



HYMN VIII. Doddridge, 

DIVINE BOUNTY. 

1. Fountain of good ! from thee proceed, 
The copious drops of genial rain, 
Which 'midst the hills, and thro* the mead, 
Revive the grass and swell the grain. 

2. Thro' the wide world, thy bounties spread j 
Yet millions of our guilty race, 

Who by thy bounteous hand are fed, 
Affront thy laws, reject thy grace. 

8. Not so, may our forgetful hearts, 
O'erlook the tokens of thy care; 
But what thy liberal hand imparts, 
Still own in praise^ still ask in pray V, 



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4. So shall our suns more grateful shine, 
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall ; 
When all our hearts and lives are thine, 
And thou, O God! art own'd in all. 



HYMN IX. Mrs. Steele^ 

A SONG OF PRAISE. 

1. Almighty Father! gracious Lord! 

Kind guardian of my days ! 
Thy mercies let my heart record, 
In songs of grateful praise. 

2. In life's first dawn, my tender frame, 

Was thy indulgent care ; 
Long e'er I could pronounce thy name, 
Or breathe the infant pray'r. 

3. Around my path, what dangers rose! 

What snares spread all my road ! 
No pow'r could guard me, from my foes, 
But my creator God. 

4. Each rolling year new favours brought, 

From thy exhaustless store ; 
But ah ! in vain my lab'ring thought, 
Would count, thy mercies o'er. 

5. Lord ! when this mortal frame decays, 

And ev'ry weakness dies ; 
Complete the wonders of thy grace, 
And raise me to the skies. 



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HYMN X. Anonymous. 

PROVIDENCE AND GRACE. 

1. While all thy glories, O my God! 

Thro' the creation, shine, 
While rocks and hills, and fertile vales, 
Proclaim the hand divine : 

2. O may I view, with humble heart, 

The wonders of thy pow'r! 
Display'd alike In wilder scenes, 
And in each blade and flow'r. 

3. But whilst I taste thy blessings, Lord! 

And sip the streams below; 
O may my soul be led to thee ! 
From whom all blessings flow. 

4. And if such footsteps of thy love, 

Thro' this lost world we trace ; 
How far transcendent are thy works, 
Throughout the world of grace \ 

5. Just as before yon noontide sun, 

The brightest stars are small ; 
So earthly comforts are but snares, 
Till grace refines them all. 



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HYMN XI. Mrs. Rowe. 

WHOM HAVE I IN HEAVEN BUT THEE. PS. LXXIU. 

1. To thee, O God ! I daily sigh, 

But not for golden stores ; 
Nor covet I, the brightest gems, 
On the rich eastern shores. 

2. Nor pleasure's soft alluring charms, 

My restless thoughts inflame : 
Nor do I crave that empty joy, 
Men call a mighty name. 

3. The faith and hope, of things unseen, 

My best affections move ; 
Thy light, thy favour, and thy smiles, 
Thine everlasting love : 

4. These are the blessings I desire, 

! make these blessings mine ; 
And all the glories of the world, 

1 cheerfully resign. 



HYMN XII. Doddridge. 

SEEING HIM THAT IS INVISIBLE. 

1. Eternal and immortal King! 

Thy peerless splendours, none can bear \ 
But darkness veils seraphic eyes, 
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2. Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom ; 
The great Invisible, can see ; 

And with its tremblings, mingle joys, 
In fix'd regards, great God! to thee. 

3. Then ev'ry tempting form of sin, 
Aw'd by thy presence, disappears; 
And all the glowing raptur'd soul, 
The likeness it contemplates, wears. 

4. This one petition would I urge, 
To keep thee, ever in my sight ; 

In life, in death, in worlds unknown* 
Be thou my portion and delight 1 



HYMN XII J. Doddridge. 

GOD OUR HOPE AND SUPPORT. 

1. By thee, O Lord ! the heav'ns were spread, 
By thee were earth's foundations laid; 
And all the scenes of man's abode, 
Proclaim a wise, and gracious God. 

2. Thy quick'ning hand restores our breath, 
When trembling on the verge of death; 
Gently it wipes away our tears, 

And lengthens life to future years. 

3. That life be sacred to the Lord, 
Kindled by him, by him, restored: 
And while our hours renew their race, 
May sin no more, those hours, disgrace ! 



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4. So when, at length, by thee we're led, 
Thro' unknown regions of the dead; 
With hope triumphant may we move, j 
To scenes of nobler life above. 



HYMN XIV. — -3fr$. Steele. 

GOD OUR FATHER. 

1. My God! my Father! cheering name ! 

may I call the mine ! 

Give me, with humble hope, to claim, 
A portion so divine. 

2. This only can my fears control, 

And bid my sorrows fly : 
What real harm can reach my soul, 
Beneath my Father's eye? 

3. Whatever thy providence denies, 

1 calmly would resign ; 

For thou art good, and just, and wise, 
O bend my will, to thine ! 

4. Whate'er thy sov'reign will ordains, 

O give me strength to bear ! 
Still let me know a Father reigns, 
And trust a Father's care. 

5. Thy ways, great God ! are little known, 

To my weak erring sight ; 
Yet shall my soul believing own, 
That all thy ways are right. 



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6. My God ! my Father ! blissful name ! 
Above expression dear ! 
If thou accept my humble claim, 
I bid adieu, to fear. 



HY31N XV. Anonymous. 

RISING TO GOD. 

1. Now, let our souls on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time; 
Draw back, the parting veil, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2. Born by a new celestial birth, 

Why should we grovel, here on earth? 
Why grasp at transitory toys, 
So near, to heav'n's eternal joys? 

3. Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
When we are walking back to God? 
For strangers into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 

4. Welcome blest hour of full discharge ! 
That sets our longing souls at large, 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
And gives us with our God to dwell. 

5. To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
Is the full heav'n enjoy 'd above : 
And the sweet expectation now, 

Is the young dawn of heav'n below* 

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HYMN XVI. Watts. 

ANGELIC WORSHIP. 

1. Earth has engross'd my love too long; 

'Tis time to lift mine eyes, 
Upward, my Father ! to thy throne, 
And to my native skies. 

2. Seraphs, with elevated strains, 

Circle the throne around; 
And move and charm the starry plains, 
With an immortal sound. 

3. Jesus the Lord, their harps employs, 

Jesus my Lord, they sing; 
Jesus the life of both our joys, 
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string. 

4. Now let me mount and join their song, 

And be an angel too: 
My heart ! my hand ! my ear ! my tongue ! 
Here's joyful work, for you. 

5. I would begin the music here, 

And so my soul should rise : 
O ! for some heav'nly notes to bear, 
My spirit, to the skies. 

6. There ye that love my Saviour sit, 

There I would fain have place, 
Among your thrones, or at your feet ? 
So I might see his face. 



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HYMN XVII. Doddridge. 

DIVINE BOUNTY. 

1. Father of light! we sing thy name, 
Who kindlest up the lamp of day; 
Wide as he spreads his golden flame, 
His beams thy pow'r and love display. 

2. Fountain of good ! from thee proceed, 
The copious drops of genial rain, 
Which, midst the hills and thro' the meads, 
Revive the grass and swell the grain, 

3. Thro' the wide world, thy bounties spread; 
Yet, millions of our guilty race, 

Tho' by thy daily bounty fed, 
Affront thy law, reject thy grace. 

A. Not so, may our forgetful hearts, 
O'erlook the tokens of thy care; 
But what thy lib'ral hand imparts, 
Still own in praise, still ask in pray'r. 

5, So shall our suns more grateful shine, 
And showers in sweeter drops shall fall, 
When all our hearts and lives are thine, 
And thou, O God ! enjoy'd in all. 



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HYMN XVIII. Doddridge. 

GOD WAITING TO BE GRACIOUS. ISA. XXX, IS. 

1. Trust in the Lord, ye heirs of hope, 
And let his word support your soul; 
Well can he bear your courage up, 
And all your foes and fears control. 

2. He waits his own well-chosen hour, 
Th' intended mercy to display; 
And his paternal bowels move, 
While wisdom dictates the delay. 

3. With mingled majesty and love, 
At length, he rises from his throne; 
And whilst salvation he commands, 
He makes, his people's joy his own. 

4. Blest are the humble souls that wait, 
With sweet submission to his will; 
Harmonious, all their passions move, 
And in the midst of storms, are still. 

5. Still, till their Father's well-known voice, 
Wakens their silence into songs ; 

Then earth resounds, with his high praise, 
And heav'n the grateful shout prolongs. 



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HYMN XIX, Newton. 

U CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD," 

r. Let hearts and tongues unite, 
And loud thanksgivings raise; 
'Tis duty mingled with delight, 
To sing the Saviour's praise. 

& When on the breast we hung, 
Our help was in the Lord; 
'Twas he first taught, our infant tongue^ 
To form the lisping word. 

3. In childhood and in youth, 
His eye was on us still; 
Tho' strangers to his love and truths 
And prone to cross his will. 

4k And since his name we knew, 
How gracious has he been ! 
What dangers has he led us thro' ! 
What mercies have we seen ! 

5. Our lot in future years, 
Unable to foresee, 

He, kindly to prevent our fears^ 
Says, " leave it all with me." 

6. Yea Lord! we wish to cast, 
Our cares upon thy breast; 

Help us to praise thee for the past, 
Axid trust thee for the re$t„ 

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HYMN XX. Toplady. 

WEAK BELIEVERS ENCOURAGED. 

1. Your harps, ye trembling" saints, 
Down from the willows take ; 

Loud to the praise of love divine, 
Bid ev'ry string awake. 

2. Tho' in a foreign land, 
We are not far from home; 

And nearer to our house above,. 
We ev'ry moment come. 

3. His grace, will to the end, 
Stronger and brighter shine ! 

Nor present things, nor things to eome, 
Shall quench the love divine. 

4. When we in darkness walk, 
Nor feel the heav'nly flame, 

Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 

5. Soon shall our doubts and feara 
Subside, at his control : 

His loving kindness, shall break thro 9 
The midnight of the soul. 

6. Bless'd is the man, O God! 
That stays himself on thee: 

Who waits, for thy salvation, Lordf 
Shall thy salvation see, 



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HYMN XXL Doddridge. 

DIVINE COMPASSION, 

1. Lord! we adore thy wond'rous name, 

And make that name our trust; 
Which rais'd at first, this curious fram^ 
From mean and lifeless dust. 

2. Awhile, these frail machines, endure, 

The fabric of a day ; 
Then know their vital pow'rs no more, 
But moulder back to clay. 

3< Yet Lord ! whate'er is felt, or fear'd, 
This thought is our repose, 
That he by whom our frame was rear'd, 
Its various frailties, knows. 

4. Thou view'st us, with a pitying eye, 

While struggling' with our load: 
In pains and dangers, thou art nigh, 
Our Father, and our God. 

5. Gently supported, by thy love, 

We tend to realms of peace, 
Where ev'ry pain shall far remove^ 
And ev'ry frailty cease, 



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2. Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! 
Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? 
Where but with thee, whose open door, 
Invites the friendless and the poor ? 

3. Did ever mourner plead with thee, 
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ? 
Does not the word still fixt remain, 
That none shall seek thy face in vain? 

4. Poor tho' I be, despis'd, forgot, 
Yet God, my God, forgets me not; 
And he is safe and must succeed, 

For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead 



HYMN XXV. Cowper. 

THE PILGRIM'S WISH. 

1. O for a closer walk with God ? 

A calm and thankful frame ; 
A light to shine, upon the road, 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

2. Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view, 
Of Jesus, and his word ? 

3. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! 

How sweet their mem'ry still ! 
But they have left an aching void^ 
Which earth can never fill. 



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4. Return O sacred Dove ! return, 

Thou messenger of rest ! 
Those hateful sins, my soul will spurn, 
Which drove thee from my breast. 

5. The dearest idol I have known, 

Whatever that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6. So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame; 
So purer light shall mark the road^ 
That leads me to the Lamb. 



HYMN XXVI. C. Wesley. 

THE DIVINE FAVOUR IMPLORED. 

3. Eternal Sun of righteousness ! 
Display thy beams divine, 
And cause the glory of thy face, 
Upon my heart to shine. 

2. Light, in thy light, O may I see ! 
Thy grace and mercy prove; 
Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and blest by thee, 
The God of pard'ning love. 

8. Lift up thy countenance serene, 
And let thy happy child, 
Behold, without a cloud between^ 
The Godhead reconciPd. 



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4. That all-comprising peace bestow, 
On me, (thro' grace, forgiv'n ;) 
The joys of holiness below, 
And then the joys of heav'n, 

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HYMN XXVII. Doddridge. 

god's compassion to his backsliding people 

1. The Lord, how kind are all his ways, 

When most they seem severe ! 
He frowns, and scourges, and rebukes, 
That we may learn his fear. 

2. With thorns, he fences up our path, 

And builds a wall around, 
To guard us from the death that lurks, 
In Sin's forbidden ground. 

3. He calls on wan-d'rers to return, 

And seek his tender breast : 
Reminds them of those happy days, 
In which their souls had rest. 

4. Ye sinners on backsliding bent, 

His gracious voice attend : 
Shall not compassion, so divine, 
Each stubborn spirit bend? 

5. Behold, O God! we fly to thee, 

Tho' blushes veil our face ; 
Constrain'd our last retreat to seek, 
In thy much injur'd grace. 



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HYMN XXVIII. Mrs. Steele. 

DIVINE REVELATION* 

1. When Israel thro' the desert pass'd, 
A fiery pillar went before, 

To guide them thro' the dreary waste, 
And lessen the fatigues they bore. 

2. Such is the glorious word of God, 
'Tis for our light and guidance giv'n; 
It sheds a lustre all abroad, 

And points the path to bliss and heav'n* 

3. It fills the soul with sweet delight, 
And quickens its inactive pow'rs; 

It sets our wand' ring footsteps right, 
Displays his love and kindles ours. 

4. Its promises rejoice the heart ; 
Its doctrines are divinely true; 
Jvnowledge and pleasure, it imparts, 
It comforts and instructs us too. 

5. Ye favour' d lands ! bless'd with his word 
Ye saints ! who feel its saving pow'r, 
Unite your tongues, to praise the Lord, 
And his distinguish grace adore* 



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HYMN XXIX. Doddridge, 

FIRST AND SECOND ADAM. 

1. With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts, 

A blasted world survey ; 
See the wide ruin sin hath wrought, 
In one unhappy day, 

2. Adam, in God's own image form'd, 

From God and bliss estrang'd, 
And all the joys of Paradise, 
for guilt and horror ehang'dJ 

3. Ages of labour and of grief! 

He mourn'd his glory lost; 
At length, the goodliest work of heav'n, 
Sunk down in common dust. 

4. But O my soul ! with rapture hear, 

The second Adam's name ; 
And the celestial gifts he brings, 
To all his seed proclaim. 

5. What tho' in mortal life they mourn ; 

What tho' in death they fall : 
Jesus, in one triumphant day, 
Transforms and crowns them alL 

6. Praise to his rich mysterious grace; 

E'en by our fall we rise, 
And gain, for earthly Eden lost, 
A heav'nly Paradise. 



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HYMN XXX. -Mr*. Steele. 

RENEWING GRACE. 

1. How helpless guilty nature lies! 

Unconscious of its load! 
The heart unchang'd can never rise x 
To happiness and God. 

2. Can aught beneath a pow'r divine, 

The stubborn will subdue ? 
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit! thine, 
To form the heart anew. 

3. 'Tis thine, the passions to recall, 

And upward bid them rise; 
And make the scales of error fall, 
From reason's darken'd eyes. 

4. To chase the shades of death away, 

And bid the sinner live : 
,A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 
'Tis thine alone, to give. 

5. O change these wretched hearts of ours. 

And give them life divine ; 
Then shall our passions and our pow'rs, 
Almighty Lord ! be thine. 



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HYMN XXXI. -Fawcett. 

CONVICTION OP SIN. 

1. With melting heart, and weeping eyes, 
My guilty soul for mercy cries ; 
What shall I do, or whither flee, 

T* escape that vengeance due to me? 

2. Till now, I saw no danger nigh ; 
1 hVd at ease, nor feax'd to die; 
Wrapt up in self-deceit and pride, 

" I shall have peace at last," I cry'd. 

3. But when, great God ! thy light divine. 
Had shone on this dark soul of mine ; 
Then I beheld with trembling awe, 
The terrors of thy holy law. 

4. How dreadful now my guilt appears ! 

In childhood, youth, and growing years • 
Before thy pure discerning eye, 
Lord, what a sinful wretch am I ! 

5. Should vengeance still my soul pursue, 
Death and destruction were ray due % 
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, 

And bid a dying sinner live, 

€L Does not thy sacred word proclaim, 
Salvation free, in Jesus' name? 
To him, I look and humbly cry, 
O save a wretch condemn' d to die! 



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HYMN XXXII. Doddridge. 

COMPASSION FOR CARELESS SINNERS EXPRESSED; 

1. Arise, my tend'rest thoughts arise, 
To torrents melt, my streaming eyes ; 
And thou my heart with anguish feel, 
Those evils which thou canst not heal. 

2. See human nature sunk in shame, 
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; 
The father wounded thro' the son, 
The world abus'd, the soul undone. 

3. See the short course of vain delight, 
Closing in everlasting night; 

In flames that no abatement know, 
Tho' briny tears for ever flow. 

4. My God ! I feel the mournful scene> 
My bowels yearn o'er dying men: 

- And fain my pity would reclaim, 
And snatch the firebrands from the flame, 

5. But feeble my compassion proves, 
And can but weep where most it loves : 
Thine own all-saving arm employ, 
And turn these drops of grief to joy. , 



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HYMN XXXIII. Doddridge. 

VISION OF THE DRY BONES. — EZEK. XXXVII, 3. 

L Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye > 
See Adam's race in ruin lie : 
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, 
And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 

2^ And can these mould'riug corpses live ? 
And can these perish' cl bones revive? 
That, mighty God ! to thee is known, 
That wondrous work is all thine own. 

3c Thy ministers are sent in vain, 
To prophecy upon the slain ; 
In vain they call, in vain they ery> 
Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 

4, But if thy spirit deign to breathe, 

Life spreads thro' all the realms of deaths 
Dry bones obey thy pow'rful voice, 
They move, they waken, they rejoice. 

5, So when thy trumpet's awful sound 

Shall shake the heav'ns and rend the ground ; 
J>ead saints shall from their tombs arise, 
And spring to life beyond the skies. 



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HYMN XXXIV. Mrs. Steele. 

THE RANSOM* 

1. Enslaved by sin, and bound in chains* 
Beneath its dreadful tyrant sway; 
And doom'd to everlasting pains, 
We wretched, guilty captives lay. 

2. Nor gold, nor gems, could buy our peace^ 
Nor the whole world's collected store, 
Suffice to purchase our release ; 

A thousand worlds were all too poor. 

3. Jesus the sacrifice became, 

To rescue guilty souls from hell : 
The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb, 
Beneath avenging justice felL 

4* Dear Saviour ! let thy love pursue. 
The glorious work it has begun : 
Each secret, lurking foe subdue, 
And let our hearts be thine alone. 



HYMN XXXV.— Watts, 

BELIEF FOR THE GUILTY, 

1. Bewildered in this world of sin^. 
Among the shades of night; 
My soul has long a stranger bee% 
To comfort's cheering fight. 



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2. By strong* temptation, close pursu'd, 

And vexing cares oppressed, 
Sorrow is ev'ry day renew'd, 
In my tumultuous breast. 

3. Where shall I go, to find 'relief?' 

Whose aid shall I implore, 
To calm the tempest of my grief, 
And solid peace restore ? 

4. Which way so e'er I turn mine eyes, 

I seek and ask in vain ; 
No pow'r on earth can grant release, 
Or mitigate my pain. 

5. Creatures may pity one distrest, 

But *tis beyond their art, 
To give a troubled conscience rest, 
Or cure a broken heart. 

6. 'Tis Jesus, God's eternal son, 

Who knows the pain I feel; 
*Tis Jesus, and 'tis he alone, 
My wounded soul can heal. 



HYMN XXXVI, StenneiL 

THE PROPITIATION. 

lo. How shall the sons of men appear, 
Great God ! before thine awful bar ? 
How may the guilty hope to find, 
Acceptance with th' eternal mind ? 



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2. Not vows, nor groans, nor broken sighs^ 
Not the most costly sacrifice, 
Not infant blood profusely spilt, 
Will expiate a sinner's guilt, 

8. Thy blood, dear Jesus! thine alone, 
Hath sovVeign virtue to atone ; 
Here we will rest, our only plea, 
When we approach, great God ! to thee* 



HYMN XXXVII. Watts. 

REDEMPTION. 

1. Blest be the Lord that sent his sou 

To take our flesh and blood ; 
He for our lives, gave up his own, 
To make our peace with God. 

2. He honour'd all his father's laws, 

Which we had disobey'd ; 
f He bore our sins upon the cross, 
And our full ransom paid. 

3. Behold him rising from the grave, 

Behold him rais'd on high; 
He pleads his merits there, to save 
Transgressors, doom'd to die* 

4. There on a glorious throne he reigns, 

And by his pow'r divine, 
Redeems us from the slavish chains, 
Of Satan and of sin, 



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5. Thence shall the Lord to judgment come, 

And with a sovereign voice, 
Shall call and break up ev r ry tomb, 
While waking saints rejoi€e. 

6. O may I then with joy appear, 

Before the judge's face ; 
And with the blest assembly there, 
Sing his redeeming grace. 



HYMN XXXVIII. Anonymous, 

REDEEMING LOVE. 

1. Now begin, the heav'nly theme, 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
Ye who his salvation prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2. Ye who see the Father's grace, 
Beaming in the Saviour's face; 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless, redeeming love. 

3. Mourning souls ! dry up your tears, 
Banish all your guilty fears ; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
CancelPd by redeeming love. 

4. Ye, alas! who long have been, 
Willing slaves of death and sin; 
Now, from bliss, no longer rove, 
Stop ! and taste redeeming love. 



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5. Welcome, all by sin oppress'd, 
Welcome, to his sacred rest! 
Nothing brought him from above, 
Nothing', but redeeming love. 

6. Hither, then your music bring, 
Strike aloud each cheerful string, 
Mortals ! join the hosts above, 
Join, to praise redeeming love. 



HYMN XXXIX. Sfennett* 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER. 

3 . Come ev'ry pious heart, 

That loves the Saviour's name; 
Your noblest pow'rs exert, 
To celebrate his fame : 
Tell all above, and all below, 
The debt of love to him you owe. 

2. He left his starry crown, 
And laid his robes aside ; 
On wings of love came down, 
And wept, and bled, and dyM. 
What he endur'd, O who can tell! 
To save our soujs, from death and hell ! 

S, From the dark grave he rose, 

The mansion of the dead; 

And thence his mighty foes, 

In glorious triumph led : 
Up thro' the skies, the conqu'ror rode. 
And reigns on high, the saviour God. 



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4, From thence he'll quickly come, 
His chariot will not stay, 

And bear our spirits home, 
To realms of endless day: 
There we shall see his lovely face, 
And celebrate his endless praise. 

5. Jesus! we ne'er can pay, 
The debt we owe thy love ; 
Yet tell us how we may, 
Our gratitude approve : 

Our hearts, our all, to thee we give; 
The gift, tho' small, thou wilt receive, 



HYMN XL. Doddridge. 

CHRIST PRECIOUS TO BELIEVERS. 

1. Jesus! I love thy charming name, 

'Tis music to my ear; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud, 
That earth and heav'n may hear e 

2. Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport, and my trust : 
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

8. All my capacious pow'rs can wish, 
In thee, doth richly meet : 
Nor, to mine eyes, is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 



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4. Thy grace still dwells upon my hearty 

And sheds its fragrance there ; 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

5. I'll speak the honours of thy name, 

With my last lab'ring breath ; 
Then speechless, clasp thee to my arms ; 
The antidote of death. 



HYMN XLL Swain. 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER,, 

Jesus, away from earth I fly, 
And with thy church unite ; 

Thy saints shall be my company ; 
Thy presence, my delight. 

Thy name shall dwell, upon my tongue-. 

Thro' all the heav'nly road; 
Thy truth and grace shall be my song, 
- Till I getliome to God. 

The wonders of thy bleeding love 

For one so vile as T, 
Shall often draw my heart above, 

And fix my thoughts on high. 

Yes, in thy name, I will rejoice, 

And triumph in thy word : 
In echo to my heart, my voice 

Shall magnify the Lord^ 



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5. And may I never cease to tell 

The wonders of thy love, 
Till heav'nly notes my bosom swell, 
In yonder courts above. 

6. Till I, without a jarring sound, 

Thy free salvation sing ; 
And make those crystal walls resound,, 
The glories of my King. 



HYMN XLII. Newton. 

THOU SHALT CALL HIS NAME JESUS. 

1. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fears. 

2. It makes the broken spirit whole, 

It calms the troubled breast ; 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul; 
And to the weary rest. 

8. Dear name ! the rock on which I build, 
My shield and hiding place ! 
My never-failing treas'ry filPd, 
With stores of boundless grace. 

4. Jesus, my Saviour, and my friend ! 
My prophet, priest, and king ! 
My Lord, my life, my way, my end! 
Accept the praise I bring. 



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5. Weak is the effort of ray heart, 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee, as I ought. 

6. Till then, I would thy love proclaim, 

With ev'ry fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name, 
Refresh my soul in death ! 



HYMN XLIII. Newton. 

STRENGTH FROM CHRIST. 

1. Rejoice, believer ! in the Lord, 

Who makes your cause his own; 
The hope that's built upon his word, 
Can never be o'erthrown. 

2. Tho' pow'rful foes beset your path, 

And feeble is your arm ; 
Your life is hid with Christ, in God, 
Beyond the reach of harm. 

3. Weak as you are, you shall not faint, 

Or faintii%, shall not die : 
Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint, 
Shall aid you from on high. 

4. As surely as he overcame, 

And triumph'd once for you : 
So surely, you that love his name,, 
Shall triumph, in him too. 



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HYMN XLIV - — Kelly. 

WORTHY THE LAMB. 

1. Hark the notes of angels singing! 

" Glory, glory, to the Lamb :" 
All in heav'n their tribute bringing^ 
Raising high the Saviour's name. 

2. Ye, for whom his life was given ! 

Sacred themes, to you belong: 
Come assist the choir in heav'n, 
Join the everlasting song. 

8. Saints and angels thus united, 

Songs imperfect, still must raise : 
Tho* despis'd on earth, and slighted, 
Jesus is above, all praise. 

4. See th T angelic hosts have crown'cl him! 

Jesus fills the throne on high ! 
Countless myriads, hov'ring round him^ 
With his praises rend tire sky ! 

5. Fill'd, with holy emulation, 

Let us vie with those abote ; 
Sweet the theme — a free salvation, 
Fruit of everlasting love ! 

Q. Endless life, in him possessing, 

Let us praise his precious name: 
Glory, honour, pow'r and blessing, 
Be for ever to the Lamb ! 



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HYMN XLV Kelly. 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER, 

1. Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 

Heav'n and earth thy name record: 
Pow'r and praise, to thee belong", 
Lord ! accept our feeble song. 

2. Rich in glory, thou didst stoop ; 
Thou art all thy people's hope : 
Thou wast poor, that they might be 
Rich in glory, Lord! with thee. 

9. When we think of love like this, 
Joy and shame, our hearts possess : 
Joy, that -thou shouldst pity thus, 
Shame, for such returns from us. 

4. Yet we hope the day to see, 

When we shall from earth be free; 
Borne aloft, to heav'n be brought, 
There to praise thee, as we ought, 



HYMN XLVT Mrs. Steele, 

THE SAVIOUR. 

1. Come heav'nly love ! inspire my song* 
With thy immortal flame; 
And teach my heart, and teach my tongue, 
The Saviour's lovely name. 

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% The Saviour! O what endless charms, 
Dwell in the blissful sound! 
Its influence ev'ry fear disarms, 
And spreads sweet comfort round. 

S. Wrapt in the gloom of dark despair, 
We helpless, hopeless lay ; 
But sovereign mercy reach'd us there, 
And smil'd despair away. 

4. O the rich depths of love divine ! 

Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour! let me call thee mine j 
What can I wish for more ! 

5. On thee, alone my hope relies; 

Beneath thy cross, I fall 
My Lord! my life! my sacrifice! 
My Saviour! and my all! 



HYMN XL VII. Doddridge, 

THE REFUGE. 

1. Is there a sight in earth, or heavn, 

Can such delight impart, 
As Jesus' wide extended arms, 
And softly melting heart? 

2. H All that my heav'nly Father gives, 

" Shall come, the Saviour cries ; 
" Yes, and the weakest soul that comes, 
" Finds favour in my eyes. 



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3. " I'll not reject him with disdain, 

" Nor shall he sink to hell; 
" But folded in my kind embrace* 
" In glory, he shall dwell." 

4. Harken ye dying sinners, all, 

All, hasten whilst ye hear ; 
For crouds of wretched souls at once s 
May find a refuge there. 



HYMN XL VI II. Mrs. Steele, 

INVITATION. 

1. Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 

Behold a royal least! 
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
For ev'ry humble guest. 

2. See, Jesus stands with open arms, 

He calls, he bids you come ; 
, Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,. 
But see ! there yet is room, 

3. O come ! and with his children taste, 

The blessings of his love; 
While hope attends the sweet repast, 
Of nobler joys above. 

4. There, with united heart and voice> 

Before th' eternal throne, 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice* 
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5. And yet ten thousand thousand more, 
Are welcome, still to come; 
Ye longing souls ! the grace adore^ 
Approach, there yet is room. 



HYMN XLIX. Mrs. Steele. 

REST FOR THE WEARY. 

1. Come weary souls with sins distress'd, 
Come, and accept the promised rest; 
The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2. Opprest with guilt, a painful load, 

O come, and spread your woes abroad: 
Divine compassion, mighty love, 
Will all the painful load remove. 

3. Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 

To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes i. 
Pardon and life, and endless peace; 
How rich the gift! how large the grace! 

4. Lord, we accept with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart ; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bless the kind inviting voice. 



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HYMN L. Sfennett 

THE COMPASSION OF JESUS. 

1. How soft th' words my Saviour speaks f 
How kind the promises he makes ! 

" A bruised reed, he never breaks/* 
Nor will he quench the smoking flax, 

2. The humble poor he wont despise, 
Nor, on the contrite sinner, frown ; 
His ear is open, to their cries, 

He quickly sends salvatipn down» 

3. Wheu piety, in early minds, 
Like tender buds, begins to shoot; 

He guards the plants, from threat'ning^ 
winds, 

And ripens blossoms, into fruit. 

4. With humble souls, he bears a part, 
In all the sorrows they endure: 

, Tender and gracious, is his heart; 
His promise is for ever sure. 

5. He sees the struggles that prevail, 
Between the pow'rs of grace and sin: 
He kindly listens, while they tell, 
The bitter pangs they feel within. 

6. Tho' press' d with fears, on ev'ry side, 
They know not how the strife may end; 
Yet will he soon the cause decide, 
And judgment into vict'ry send. 



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HYMN LI Doddridge. 

THE FOUNTAIN OF LIFE. 

1. How free the fountain flows, 
Of endless life and joy ! 

That spring which no confinement knows, 
Whose waters never cloy. 

2. How sweet the accents sound ! 
From the Redeemer's tongue ; 

" Assemble, all ye nations rounds 
In one obedient throng." 

3. O ev'ry thirsty soul I 
Approach the sacred spring! 

Drink, and your fainting spirits cheer, 
Renew the draught and sing ! 

4« Let all that will approach, 
The water freely take : 
Free from my op'ning heart it flows, 
Your raging thirst to slake. 

5. " With thankful hearts, we come 2 
To taste the offer' d grace; 
And call on all that hear, to joia 
The trial and the praise*" 



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HYMN LII. Stogden. 

UNBELIEF. 

1. What mean these jealousies and fears, 
As if the Lord were loth to save ; 

Or lov'd to see us drench' d in tears, 
And sink with sorrow in the grave ? 

2. Does he want slaves, to grace his throne ? 
Or, rules he, by an iron rod ? 

Loves he, the deep despairing groan ? 
Is he a tyrant, or a God ? 

3. Not all the sins which we have wrought, 
So much his tender bowels move, 

As this unkind, injurious thought, 
That he's unwilling to forgive. 

4. What tho' our crimes are black as night, 
Or glowing like the crimson morn ; 
Immanuel's blood can make them white 
As snow, thro' the pure ether borne. 

o. " I've found a ransom," saith the Lord, 
"No humble penitent shall die:" 
Lord ! we would now believe thy word, 
And thy unbounded mercy try. 



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HYMN LIII. Doddridge. 

flE WILL SPEAK PEACE TO HIS PEOPLE. — 
PSALM XVIII. LXXXV, 8. 

1. Unite my roving thoughts, unite 

In silence soft and sweet : 
And thou, my soul, sit gently down, 
At thy great Sov'reign's feet. 

2. Jehovah's awful voice is heard, 

Yet gladly I attend; 
For lo ! the everlasting God 
Proclaims himself my friend. 

43. Harmonious accents to my soul, 
The sounds of peace convey; 
The tempests at his word subside, 
And winds and seas obey. 

4* By all its joys I charge my heart, 
To grieve the Lord no more ; 
But charm'd by melody divine, 
To give its follies o'er. 



HYMN LIK WatU. 

REMEDIES AGAINST FEAR. 

1. When tumults of unruly fear, 
Rise in my heart, and riot there ; 
What shall I do to calm my breast, 
And get the vexing foe supprest ? 



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& What pow'r can these wild thoughts control ? 
This ruffling tempest of the soul ? 
Where shall I fly, in this distress, 
But to the throne of glorious grace ? 

3. My faith would seize some promise, Lord, 
There's pow'r and safety in thy word: 
Not all that earth, or hell can say, 

Shall tempt, or drive my soul away. 

4. T call the days of old to mind, 

When I have found my God was kind : 
My heav'nly friend is still the same; 
Salvation, to his holy name! 

5. Great God ! preserve my conscience cleai^ 
Wash me from guilt, forgive my sin : 
Thy love shall guard me from surprise, 
Tho' threat'ning dangers round me rise. 

t*. When fear like a wide ocean raves, 
Let Jesus walk upon the waves, 
And say, " 'tis I," that heav'nly voice, 
Shall sink the storm, and raise my joys. 



HYMN LV.— Doddridge. 

JESUS CHRIST THE SAME YESTERDAY, AND TO- 
DAY, AND FOR EVER. 

1. High on his Father's royal seat, 
Our Jesus shone divinely great, 
E'er Adam's clay with life was warm'd, 
Or Gabriel's nobler spirit form'd. 

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2. Thro' all succeeding ages, he 

The same hath been, the same shall be : 
Immortal radiance gilds his head, 
While stars and suns wax old and fade. 

3. The same his pow'r, his flock to guard, 
The same his bounty, to reward; 

The same his faithfulness and love, 
To saints on earth, and saints above. 

4. Let nature change, and sink and die; 
Jesus shall raise his chosen high, 
And fix them near his stable throne, 
In glory changeless as his own. 



HYMN LVI. Mrs. Steele. 

THE HEAVENLY SHEPHERD. 

L While my Redeemer's near, 
My Shepherd and my guide, 
I bid farewell to anxious fear, 
My wants are all supply'd. 

2* To ever fragrant me^ds, 

Where rich abundance grows, 
His gracious hand indulgent leads, 
And guards my soft repose. 

3. Along the lovely scene, 
Cool waters gently roll; 
Transparent, sweet, and all serene, 
To cheer, my fainting soul. 



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4. Here let my spirit rest* 
O what a lot is mine ! 

With pleasure, food, and safety blest, 
Beneficence divine ! 

5. Dear Shepherd ! if I stray. 
My wand' ring feet restore; 

To thy fair pastures guide my way, 
And let me roye no more 

ft. Unworthy as I am, 

Of thy protecting care ; 
Jesus! I plead thy gracious name ; 
For all my hopes are there. 



HYMN LV1I. -Doddridge, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Thy flock, with what a tender care ? 

Blest Jesus ! dost thou keep ; 
* Fain would my weak, my wand'ring soul 5 
Be number' d, with thy sheep. 

2. Gentle and tractable, and plain, 

My heart would ever be; 
Averse to harm, propense to help,. 
And faithful still to thee. 

3. The gentle accents of thy voice, 

My list'ning soul would hear; 
And by the signals of thy will, 
I all my course would steer. 



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4. I follow, where my Shepherd leads, 
And mark the path he drew : 
My Shepherd's feet mount Zion tread, 
O may I reach it too ! 



HYMN LVIII Fawcett. 

THE DESIRE OF THE NATIONS* 

1. Infinite excellence is thine, 

Exalted Prince of grace ! 
Thine uncreated bounties shine, 
With never-fading rays. 

2. Sinners, from earth's remotest ends, 

Come bending at thy feet; 
To thee, their pray'rs and tows ascend, 
In thee, their wishes meet. 

3. Thy name, as precious ointment shed, 

Delights the church around ; 
Sweetly, the sacred odours spread, 
Thro' all ImrnanuePs ground, 

4. Millions of happy spirits live, 

On thy exhaustless store, 
From thee, they all their bliss receive^ 
And still thou givest more, 

5 t Thou art their triumph and their joy, 
They find their all in thee ; 
Thy glories will their tongues employ, 
Throughout eternity. 



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HYMN LIX. Mrs. Steele > 

THE INTERCESSOR. 

1. He lives! the great Redeemer lives! 
What joy the blest assurance gives ? 
And now before his father God, 
Pleads the fall merit of his blood, 

2. Repeated crimes awake our fears, 
And justice arm'd with frowns appears. 
But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3. Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts f 
Above our fears, above our faults, 

His powerful intercessions rise ; 
Our guilt recedes, our terror dies= 

4 In ev'ry dark distressful hour, 

When Sin and Satan join their pow'r ^ 
O let this thought repel the dart ! 
That Jesus bears us on his heart, 

5. Great advocate ! almighty friend ! 
On thee, our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads and must pre vaiL 



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HYMN LX. Doddridge. 

THE GREAT HIGH PRIEST. 

1. Now let our cheerful eyes survey, 

Our Great High Priest above ; 
And celebrate his constant care, 
And his unceasing 1 love 

2. Tho' rais'd to a superiour throne, 

Where angels bow around, 
And high o'er all the shining train. 
With matchless honours erown'd; 

3. The names of all his saints he bears, 

Deep graven, on his heart ; 
Nor shall the meanest Christian say, 
That he has lost a part. 

4. Those characters shall fair abide, 

Our everlasting trust; 
When gems, and monuments, and crowns, 
Are moulder' d into dust. 

5.. So, gracious Saviour! on my heart, 
May thy dear name be worn, 
A sacred ornament, and guard, 
To endless ages borne. 



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HYMN LXL Doddridge. 

THE SUN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

1. To thee, O God ! we homage pay ; 
Source of that light, which rules the day; 
Which, while it gilds all nature's frame, 
Reflects thy rays, and speaks thy name. 

2. In louder strains, we sing that grace, 
Which gives the Sun of Righteousness; 
Whose nobler light salvation brings, 
And scatters healing from his wings. 

3. On all our hearts, may Jesus shine, 
With beams of light, and love divines 
Quicken'd by him, our souls shall live, 
And cheer'd by him, shall grow and thrive* 

& O may his glories be confess'd, 
r From north to south, from east to west! 
Successful, may his gospel run, 
Wide, as the circuit of the sun ! 

5. When shall that radiant scene arise, 
When fixM on high in purer skies, 
Jesus his lustre shall display, 
Qn. all. his saints, thro' endless day? 



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HY3IN LXII. Anonymous. 

THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. 

1. Behold the Prince of peace, 
The chosen of the Lord : 
God's well-beloved Son fulfils, 
The promise of his word. 

No outward pomp adorns, 
The King of righteousness : 
Meekness and patience, truth and love,. 
Compose liis princely dress. 

3. Jesus, the life of men, 
Thy doctrine life imparts ; 

O may we feel its quick'ning powV, 
To warm and raise our hearts. 

4. Cheered by its beams, our souls 
Shall run the heav'nly way; 

The path which Christ has mark'd &nd trod, 
Will lead to endless day. 



HYMN LXII I. Doddridge. 

THE SPIRITUAL MONARCH. 

L Our hearts be open to admit 
The Saviour's gentle sway; 
Blest Jesus ! 'tis thy right to reign^ 
Our duty to obey. 



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2. No more, proud reas'nings, shall dispute^ 

What truth divine declares : 
No more, self-righteousness, to plead, 
Its own perfection dares. 

3. No strength, our ruin'd pow'rs can boast^ 

Thy precepts to fulfil : 
No liberty we ask, or wish, 
For our rebellious will. 

4. Each thought, in sweet subjection held^ 

Thy sov'reign pow'r shall own : 
And ev'ry traitor shall be slain, 
That dares dispute thy throne. 



HYMN LXIV. Doddridge, 

THE SPIRITUAL CONQrlTEROR, 

1. Gird on thy conqu'ring sword ; 
Ascend thy shining car, 

And march, almighty Lord ! 

To wage thy holy war : 
Before his wheels, in glad surprise^ 
Ye valleys rise, and sink ye hills. 

2, Before thine awful face, 
Millions of souls shall fall; 
The captives of thy grace, 
That grace which conquers all : 

The world shall know, great King of kings ! 
What wondrous things thine arm can do. 



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3, Here, to my willing soul, 
Bend thy triumphant way, 
Here, ev'ry foe control, 
And all thy pow'r display : 

My heart, thy throne, blest Jesus, seel 
Bows low to thee; to thee alone e 

4. Our triumphs we prepare, 
And cheerful anthems raise ; 
Our Saviour's arm made bare, 
Demands immortal praise : 

And while we sing, ye shores proclaim, 
His wondrous name, ye deserts sing. 



HYMN LXV. Kelly. 

THE CONQUEROR. 

1. Jesus ! immortal king, go on, 

The glorious day will soon be won ; 
Thine enemies prepare to flee, 
And leave a conquer' d world to thee 

2. Gird on thy sword, victorious chief \ 
The captive sinners sole relief : 
Cast the usurper from his throne, 
And make the universe thy own. 

3. Thy footsteps, Lord! with joy we trace, 
And mark the conquests of thy grace : 
Finish the work thou hast begun, 

And let thy will on earth he done. 



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4. Then shall contending nations rest, 
And love shall reign in ev'ry breast ; 
Weapons design'd for war shall cease, 
Or then be implements of peace. 

5. Hark! how the hosts triumphant sing, 
" The Lord omnipotent is king 

Let all his saints rejoice at this, 
The kingdoms of the world are his. 
H allelu j ah Amen . 



HYMN LXVI. Doddridge. 

THE FOUNTAIN OF LIVING WATERS. 

1. Bless'd Jesus ! source of grace divine, 
What soul-refreshing streams are thine ! 
O bring these healing waters nigh, 

Or we must droop, and fall, and die. 

2. No traveller, thro' desert lands, 

'Midst scorching suns and burning sands, 
More needs the current to obtain, 
Or to enjoy refreshing rain. 

3. Our longing souls aloud would sing, 
Spring up, celestial fountain spring ! 
To a redundant river flow, 

And cheer this thirsty land below. 

4. Clear spring of life! flow on and roll, 
With growing swell, from pole, to pole ; 
Till flow'rs and fruits of Paradise, 
Round all the winding current rise. 



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5. Still near thy stream, may I be found, 
Long as I tread this earthly ground : 
Cheer with thy wave, death's gloomy shade, 
Then thro' the fields of Canaan spread. 



HYMN LXVII. Mrs. Steele. 

THE PEARIy OF GREAT PRICE. 

1. Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu! 

A nobler choice be mine ; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treasure all divine. 

2. Be gone, unworthy of my cares, 

Ye specious baits of sense ! 
Inestimable worth appears, 
A pearl of price immense. 

3. Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 

O name divinely sw r eet ! 
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, 
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet ! 

4. Should both the Indies, at my call, 

Their boasted stores resign ; 
With joy I would renounce them all, 
For leave to call thee mine. 

5. Should earth's vain treasures all depart, 

Of this dear gift possess'd, 
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
And be for ever blest. 



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6, Dear Sovereign of my soul's desire! 
Thy love is bliss divine; 
Accept the wish that love inspires. 
And bid me call thee mine. 



HYMN LXVIIL Swain, 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER. 

1. Praise your Redeemer, praise his namdf 
Ye saints who live upon his grace; 
Praise him, whose love remains the same. 
Thro' ev'ry change of time and place: 
To him that lives, but once was slain, 

Be honour, pow'r, and praise — Amen. 

2. Praise him, who came from heav'n, to bring 
Glad tidings of salvation down ; 

Praise him, for you have cause to sing, 
Who hope for an immortal crown : 
To him that lives, but once was slain. 
Be honour, pow'r, and praise — Amen! 

3. Praise him, who opens mercy's door, 
To welcome ev'ry contrite soul; 
Who gives salvation to the poor, 

And makes the w ounded conscience whole i 
To him that lives, but once was slain, 
Be honour, pow'r, and praise— Amen. 

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4. Praise him, who lov'd you long before 
The wheels of time began to move; 
Whose love, when time shall be no more, 
Will still be everlasting love: 
r |"o him that lives, but once was slain, 
Be honour, pow'r, and praise — 'Amen. 



HYMN LXIX. Stennett. 

HARDNESS OF HEART LAMENTED. 

1. Canst thou my soul, to heav'n allied, 

A native of the sky, 
Thus, in ignoble fetters bound, 
A willing captive lie ? 

2. What, cannot all the melting charms 

Of a Redeemer's love, 
Nor thunderbolts of wrath divine, 
This flinty bosom move ? 

3. O let that rock asunder break, 

Before his awful face ! 
Or rather melt away, beneath 
The milder beams of grace. 



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HYMN LXX. Doddridge. 

COMPASSION FOR THOUGHTLESS SINNERS. 

1. Indulgent God! with pitying eye, 

The sons of men survey : 

Alas ! how thoughtless mortals sport, 

In sin's destructive way. 
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2. Ten thousand dangers lurk around. 

To bear them to the tomb ; 
Each passing hour may place them where 
Repentance cannot come. 

3. Reclaim, O Lord ! their wand'ring minds, 

Amus'd by airy dreams; 
That heav'nly wisdom may disperse, 
Their visionary schemes. 

4. Direct and guide them, by thy word, 

Their dang'rous state to see; 
That they may seek and find the path. 
That leads to heav'n and thee. 



HYMN LXXI. Doddridge. 

#OD commandeth all men to repent.-— 

ACTS XVII, 30. 

1. " Repeat," the voice celestial cries, 
"Nor longer dare delay;" 
The sinner, unrepenting dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 



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2. No more the sov'reign eye of God, 

O'erlooks the crimes of men : 
His heralds are dispatch' d abroad, 
To warn the world of sin. 

3. Together, in his presence bow, 

Sinners ! your guilt confess; 
Accept the offer'd Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 

4. Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar; 
For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 
And turns to vengeance there. 

5. Amazing love! that yet will call, 

And yet prolong our days! 
May we, subdu'd by goodness, fall, 
And weep, and love, and praise. 



HYMN LXXII. Stennett. 

REPENTANCE. 

1. Prostrate, blest Jesus ! at thy feet, 

A guilty rebel lies ; 
And upward, to thy mercy-seat, 
Presumes to lift his eyes. 

2. O let not justice frown me hence : 

Stay, stay the vengeful storm; 
Forbid it that Omnipotence 
Should crush a feeble worm, 



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3. If tears of sorrow would suffice, 

To pay the debt I owe, 
Tears should, from both ray weeping eyes, 
In ceaseless currents flow. 

4. But no such sacrifice I plead 

To expiate ray guilt ; 
No tears, but those which thou hast shed, 
No blood, but thou hast spilt. 

5. Think of thy sorrows, gracious Lord! 

And all ray sins forgive; 
Justice will well- approve- the word, 
That bids the contrite live. 



HYMN LXXIII. Doddridge, 

PENITENCE AND PARDON. 

E The Lord, from his exalted throne, 
In majesty array'd, 
Looks with a melting pity down, 
' On all that seek his aid. 

2. When touched with penitent remorse, 
Our follies past, we mourn; 
With what a tenderness of love, 
He meets our first return ! 

! 3. Fromheav'n, he sent his only son r 
To ransom us with blood ; 
To snatch us from the burning pit,. 
When on its brink we stood, 



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4, From death and hell, he leads us up, 

By a delightful way; 
And the bright beams of endless life, 
Doth round our path display. 

5. Great God ! we wonder and adore, 

And to exalt such grace, 
We long to learn the songs of heav'n, 
Ere yet we reach the place. 



HYMN LXXIV. Doddridge. 

PARDON SPOKEN BY CHRIST. 

1. My Saviour! let me hear thy voice 
Pronounce the words of peace, 
And all my warmest pow'rs shall join, 
To celebrate the grace. 

g. With gentle smiles, call me thy child, 
And speak my sins forgiv'n ; 
Such accents mild will charm mine ear^ 
All like the harps of beav'n. 

3. Cheerful wherever thy hand shall lead, 
The darkest path I'll tread; 
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores^ 
And mingle with the dead. 

4* When dreadful guilt is done away, 
No other fears, I know; 
The hand which scatters pardons down, 
Will crowns of life bestow. 



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HYMN LXXV. Watts. 

SINS AND SORROWS SPREAD BEFORE GOD. 

1. O that I knew the secret place, 

Where I might find my God ! 
Fd spread my wants hefore his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

2. I'd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain. 

3. My God will pity my complaints, 

And heal my broken bones ; 
He takes the meaning' of his saints, 
The language of their groans. 

4. Arise my soul, from deep distress, 

And banish ev'ry fear; 
He calls thee, to his throne of grace^ 
To spread thy sorrows there, 



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HYMN LXXVL Anonymous. 

A PRAYER TOR SERIOUSNESS IN THE PROSPECT 
OF ETERNITY. 

1. Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand; 

Yet how insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to yon heav'nly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

2. O God ! my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtless heart- 
Eternal things impress : 

Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And save me ere it be too late — 
Wake me to righteousness* 

8* Be this my one great business here. 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
And suffer all thy righteous will^ 

And to the end endure. 

4L Then Saviour! then my soul receive.. 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign, with thee above ; 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sights 
And hope in full supreme delight. 

And everlasting love* 



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HYMN LXXVIL Doddridge, 

MISIMPROVEI* PRIVILEGES. 

1. Alas, how fast our moments fly ! 

How short our months appear ! 
How swift, thro' various seasons haste. 
The still revolving year ! 

2. Seasons of grace to us are giv'n, 

While Jesus waiting stands, 
And spreads the blessings of his grace, 
With wide extended hands. 

3. But O ! how slow our stupid sauls, 

These blessings to secure; 
Blessings which thro' eternal years, 
Unwith'ring shall endure. 

4. Pity this madness, God of love ! 
, And make us truly wise ; 

So, from the fruitful seeds of grace, 
Shall future harvests rise, 



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HYMN LXXVIII. FawcetL 

LET THE WICKED FORSAKE HIS WAY. ISA. LV. 7. 

1. Sinners! the voice of God regard, 

'Tis mercy speaks to-day; 
He calls you, by his sacred word, 
From sin's destructive way. 

2. Like the rough sea which cannot rest,. 

You live devoid of peace ; 
A thousand stings, within your breast, 
Deprive your souls of ease. 

3. Your way is dark, and leads to hell, 

Why will you persevere ? 
Can you in endless torments dwell, 
Shut up in black despair ? 

4. The man, that turns to God, shall live 3 

Thro' his abounding grace; 
His mercy will the guilt forgive* 
Of all that seek his face. 

5. Bow to the sceptre of his word, 

Forsake the ways of sin ; 
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord! 
And learn his will divine. 

6. His love exceeds your highest thoughts. 

He pardons like a God; 
He will forgive your numerous faults. 
Thro' a Redeemer's hjioojd. 



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HYMN LXXIX. Doddridge. 

" KNOWING THE TERRORS OF THE LORD TVB 
PERSUADE MEN." 

1. And will the Judge descend ? 
And must the dead arise ? 

And not a single soul escape 
His all discerning eyes ? 

2. How will my heart endure, 
The terrors of that day, 

When earth and heav'n, before his face, 
Astonish' d shrink away? 

3. But ere the trumpet shakes 
The mansions of the dead ; 

Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound^ 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4. Ye sinners ! seek his grace, 
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 

Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

5. So shall that curse remove, 
By which the Saviour bled; 

And the last awful day shall pour 
His blessings on your head, 



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HYMN LXXX. Anonymous, 

time's flight. 

1. That awful hour will soon appear, 
Swift on the wings of time it flies ; 
When all that pains, or pleases here, 
Will vanish from my closing eyes. 

2. Think, O my soul! how much depends, 
On the short period of to-day; 

Shall time, which heaVn in mercy lends. 
Be negligently thrown away? 

3. Thy remnant minutes, strive to use, 
Awake! rouse ev'ry active pow'r; 
And not in dreams and trifles lose 
This little, yet important hour. 

4. O Lord ! inspire this thoughtless heart, 
With heav'nly ardour, grace divine; 
Nor let thy presence e'er depart, 

For strength, and life, and death are thine* 

§. O ! teach me the celestial skill, 
Each awful warning to improve; 
And while my days are short'ning still, 
Prepare me for the joys above. 



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HYMN LXXXI. Anonymous. 

THE RIGHT HAND OF THE JUDGE, 

1 . When thou my righteous J udge shalt come, 
And fetch thy ransom'd people home, 

Shall I among them stand? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand ? 

'2-. I love to meet among them now, 
Before thy gracious throne to bow, 

And at thy footstool fall; 
Nor can I bear the piercing thought, 
That my vile name should be left out, 

When thou for them shalt calL 

3. Prevent, prevent it by thy grace, 
Be thou, O Lord ! my hiding place, 

In this th' accepted day : 
Thy pard'ning voice, O let me hear, 
Subdue each unbelieving fear, 

Nor cast my soul away, 

4. Let me among thy saints be found, 
When the archangel's trump shall sound, 

And see thy smiling face : 
There, joyful midst the croud I'll sing, 
While heav'n's resounding arches ring, 

With shouts of sov'reign grace. 



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HYMN LXXXII. Mrs. Steele. 

MERCY IMPLORED. 

1. Lord! let thy mercy, full and free, 
Vile as I am extend to me; 

And bid my num'rous crimes remove, 
All cancell'd bj thy sov'reign love. 

2. O ! let my sins, tho' deep their die, 
For ever in oblivion lie ; 

For ever blot the dreadful score, 
And view the long account no more. 

3. Since inward truth thy laws require; 
That inward truth, O Lord ! inspire ; 
Thro' all my soul, let wisdom shine, 
And give me purity divine. 

4. Then shall my joyful tongue proclaim, 
In grateful strains, thy glorious name : 
Inspir'd by thee, my song shall flow, 
And all thy wondrous mercy show. 

5. Then will I teach thy sacred ways, 
With holy rapture, speak thy praise, 
Till sinners leave the dang'rous road, 
Forsake their sins, and turn to God, 



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HYMN LXXXIII. Beddome. 

THE GOSPEL OF JESUS. 

1. God, in the gospel of his son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known : 
'Tis here his richest mercy shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2. Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways, 
His soul-attracting charms displays \ 
Recounts his poverty and pains, 
And tells his love in melting strains. 

3. Wisdom its dictates here imparts, 

To form our minds, and cheer our heart? ; 
Its influence makes the sinner live, 
It bids the drooping saint revive. 

4. Our raging passions it controls, 
And comfort yields to contrite souls ; 

- It brings a better world in view, 
And guides us all our journey thro'. 

5. May this blest volume ever lie, 
Close to my heart, beneath my eye, 
Till life's last hour my soul engage, 
And be my chosen heritage ! 



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HYMN LXXXIV. -Turner. 

FAITH. 

1. Faith adds new charms, to earthly blis3, 

And saves me from its snares; 
Its aid, in ev'ry duty brings, 
And softens all my cares; 

2. Extinguishes the thirst of sin, 

And lights the sacred fire 
Of love to God, and heav'nly things, 
And feeds the pure desire. 

3. The wounded conscience knows its pow'r, 

The healing balm to give ; 
That balm, the saddest heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 

4. Wide, it unveils celestial worlds, 

Where endless pleasures reign ; 
And bids me seek my portion there, 
Nor bids me seek in Yain. 

5. Shews me the precious promise seaPd, 

With the Redeemer's blood; 
And helps my feeble hope to rest, 
Upon a faithful God. 

8. There, there, unshaken would I rest, 
Till this vile body dies; 
And then, on faith's triumphant wing ? 
At once, to glory rise, 



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HYMN LXXXV. Doddridge. 

SALVATION BY GRACE. 

1. Grace! 'tis a charming' sound, 
Harmonious to my ear; 

Heav'n, with the echo, shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2. Grace first contriv'd the way, 
To save rebellious man ; 

And ail the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3. Grace led my roving feet, 
To tread the sacred road ; 

And new supplies each hour I meet,, 
In pressing on to God. 

4. Grace all the work shall crown, 
Thro' everlasting days ; 

It lays in heav'n, the topmost stone, 
And w ell deserves the praise. 



HYMN LXXXVL Cowper. 

A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH* 

1, The Lord receives his highest praise, 
From humble minds and hearts sincere ; 
While all the vain professor says, 
Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 

A a 3 



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2. To walk as children of the day, 
To mark the precepts holy light. 
To wage the warfare, watch and pray. 
Shew who are pleasing in his sight. 

8. Not words alone, it cost the Lord, 
To purchase pardon for his own ; 
Nor will a soul by grace restor'd, 
Return the Saviour, words alone. 

4. Easy indeed, it were to reach 
A mansion in the courts above, 

If swelling words, and fluent speech, 
Might serve, instead of faith and love* 

5. But none shall gain the blissful place, 
Or God's unclouded glory see, 
Who talk of free and sovereign grace, 
Unless that grace has made them free, 



HYMN LXXXVIL- — Doddridge, 

THE PERFECT LAW OF LIBERTY. 

I. Behold that wise, that perfect law, 
Which noblest freedom gives ; 
O may it all our souls refine! 
And sanctify our lives. 

f s Not with a transient glance survey'd, 
And in an hour forgot; 
But deep inscrib'd upon my heart, 
Reign over ev'ry thought. 



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3. Great author of each perfect gift ! 

Thy sov'reign grace display ; 
That these rebellious roving pow'rs, 
May hearken and obey. 

4. Inspir'd by thee, our feeble souls 

Shall pass victorious on ; 
As the faint dawning light improves, 
To all the blaze of noon. 



HYMN LXXXVIII. StennetL 

LOVE TO GOD. 

1. Should bounteous nature kindly pour, 

Her richest gifts on me^ 
Still, O my God! I should be poor, 
If void of love to thee. 

2. Not shining wit, nor manly sense, 

Could make me truly good; 
f Nor zeal itself could recompense, 
The want of love to God. 

3. Did I possess the gift of tongues* 

But were deny'ti thy grace; 
My loudest words, my loftiest songs* 
Would he, but sounding brass. 

L Tho* thou should'st give me heav'nly skill, 
Each mystery to explain; 
Without an heart to do thy will, 
My knowledge would be vain, 



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5. Had I so strong a faith, my God! 

As mountains, to remove; 
No faith could do me real good, 
But that which works by love. 

6. O grant me then, this one request I 

And I'll be satisfy'd: 
That love divine may rule my breast, 
And all my actions guide. 



HYMN LXXXIX. Broxtn. 

LOVE TO OUR NEIGHBOUR. 

1. O God! my saviour and my king; 
Of all I have, or hope, the spring ; 
Send down thy spirit from above, 
And warm my heart with holy love. 

2. May I, from ev'ry act abstain, 

That gives my injur' d neighbour pain ; 
And may I feel my heart inclin'd, 
To be the friend of all mankind. 

8. With pity* let my breast o'erflow, 
When I behold a brother's woe ; 
And act a sympathizing part, 
Whene'er I meet a wounded heart. 

4. And when another's prosperous state, 
Shall joy within himself create; 
Let me too, in the triumph join, 
And think his peace and pleasures mine, 



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5. Let love thro' all my actions shine, 
An image fair, tho' faint of thine; 
Let me thy humble follower prove, 
Father of men, great God of love! 



HYMN XC. Fawcett. 

BROTHERLY LOVE. 

1. Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in christian love ; 

The fellowship of kindred minds 
Resembles that above. 

2. Before our Father's throne, 
W e pour our ardent pray'rs ; 

Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one f 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3. We share each other's woes ; 
Each other's burdens bear ; 

' And often, for each other flows, 
The sympathizing tear. 

4. When we asunder part, 
It gives us inward pain ; 

But we shall still be join'd in hearty 
And hope to meet again. 

5. This pleasing hope revives, 
Our spirits by the way ; 

While each in expectation lives > 
And longs to see the day. 



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6. Where love and friendship reign, 
From imperfection free, 
There, may we meet, nor part again, 
To all eternity ! 



HYMN XCL Kelly. 

CHRISTIAN UNITY. 

1. Who can tell how good and pleasant 

'Tis when brethren all agree? 
Then it is the Lord is present, 

Then he meets his family : 
When his children walk in love, 
Then, their origin, they prove. 

2. Let the world dispute and cavil, 

Brethren should abide in peace; 
While to Zion^s hill they travel, 

Let them learn, from strife to cease: 
Pilgrims in the heav'nly road, 
Let them seek, each others good. 

3. Christ has said it, " love each other, 

Thus the world my people know, 
He that loveth not his brother, 

Is a child of wrath and woe." 
Brethren, let us think on this, 
Let us pro Ye that we are his. 



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4, Love is more than mere appearance ; 

Let us learn to love indeed: 
Mutual patience, and forbearance, 

Well becomes our state of need : 
When we stand, around the throne, 
We shall know, as we are known. 



HYMN XCIL Watts. 

JUSTICE AND EQUITY. 

1. Come let us search our ways and try, 

Have they been just and right i 
Is the great rule of equity 
Our practice and delight ? 

2. What we would have our neighbour do 3 

Have we still done the same? 
From others ne'er withheld the due, 
Which we from others claim ? 

3. Have we ne'er envy'd others good? 

Ne'er envy'd others praise? 
In no man's path, malignant stood? 
Nor us'd detraction's ways? 

4. Have we not, deaf to his request, 

Turn'd from another's woe? 
The scorn that wrings the suff'rers breast^ 
Have we abhor' d to shew? 



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5. Religion's path, they never trod, 
Who equity contemn : 
Nor ever are they just to God, 
Who prove unjust to men. 



HYMN XCIIL Doddridge, 

REAL LIBERTY. 

1. And shall we still be slaves, 
And in our fetters lie ; 

When summon' d, by a voice divine, 
T' assert our liberty ? 

2. Alas, the sordid mind! 

How all its pow'rs are broke! 
Proud of a tyrant's haughty sway, 
And practis'd to the yoke! 

3. Divine Redeemer ! hear, 
Thy sov'reign pow'r impart; 

And let thy gen'rous spirit wake, 
True ardour in our heart. 

4. Then shall the slaves of sin, 
Restor'd to liberty, 

Spring to the throne of pard'ning grace, 
And Abba, Father, cry. 



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HYMN XCIV. Watts. 

TRUTH AND FAITHFULNESS. 

1. Has God been faithful to his word, 
And sent to men the promis'd grace ? 
Shall I not imitate my Lord, 
And practice what my lips profess ? 

2» Hath Christ fulfill' d his kind design, 
The dreadful work he undertook ? 
And died to make salvation mine, 
And well perform'd the word he spoke? 

3o Doth not his faithfulness afford 
A noble theme to raise my song ? 
And shall I dare deny my Lord, 
Or utter falsehood with my tongue ? 

4. My king, my saviour, and my God! 
Let grace, my sinful soul, renew : 
Wash my offences, with thy blood, 
And make my heart sincere and true. 



HYMN XCV. Doddridge, 

CHRISTIAN LIBERALITY* 

1. These mortal joys, how soon they fade ! 
How swift they pass away ! 
The dying flower reclines its head, 
The beauty of a day. 

ib is 



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2. But there are joys that cannot fade, 

With God, laid up in store; 
Treasure beyond the changing sky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 

3. The seeds which piety and love, 

Now scatter here below; 
In the fair fertile fields above, 
To ampie harvests grow. 

4. The mite my willing hands can give, 

At Jesus' feet 1 lay; 
Grace shall the bumble gift receive^ 
And sov'reign grace repay. 



HYMN XCVI.— — Anonymous. 

RESIGNATION* 

1. Lord! plung'd in sorrow, I resign 
My soul to that dear hand of thine, 

Without reserve or fear ; 
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes, 
Or into smiles of glad surprise, 

Transform the falling tear. 

2. By thy command, where'er I stray, 
Sorrow attends me, all the way, 

A never-failing friend ; 
And if my suff'rings may augment 
Thy praise, behold me well content 

Let sorrow still attend ! 



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3. It costs me no regret, that she 

Who follow T d Christ, should follow me; 

And tho' where'er she goes, 
Thorns spring spontaneous at her feet, 
I love her and extract a sweet, 

From all my bitter woes. 



HYMN XCVII. Cotton. 

SANCTIFIED AFFLICTION. 

1. Amidst the various scenes of ills, 
Each stroke some kind design fulfils; 
And shall I murmur at my God, 
When sov'reign love directs the rod ? 

2. Peace rebel thoughts ! — I'll not complain, 
My Father's smiles suspend my pain, 
Smiles — that a thousand joys impart, 
And pour the balm that heals the heart. 

3., Tho' heav'n afflict, I'll not repine, 
Each heart-felt comfort still is mine : 
Comforts, that shall o'er death prevail, 
And journey with me thro' the vale. 

4. Dear Jesus! smooth my rugged way, 
And lead me to the realms of day ; 
To milder skies, and lighter plains, 
Where everlasting sunshine reigns* 



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HYMN XCVIIl. Guy on. 

RESIGNED HUMILITY. 

1. Ah vainly anxious! leave the Lord 

To rule thee and dispose ; 
Sweet is the mandate of his word, 
And gracious all he does. 

2. He draws, from human littleness, 

His grandeur and renown : 
And humble hearts with joy confess 
The triumph all his own. 

. Down then with self-exalting thoughts,; 
, Thy faith and hope employ, 
To welcome all that he allots, 
And suffer shame with joy. 

. No longer, then thou wilt encroach 
On his eternal right ; 
And he shall smile at thy approach, 
And make thee his delight. 



HYMN XCIX. Doddridge, 

THE SOVEREIGN OF LIFE. 

. Jesus ! we own thy sov'reign hand, 
Thy faithful care, we own; 
Wisdom, and love, are all thy ways, 
When most to us unknown. 



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2. By thee, the springs of life were form'd, 

And by thy breath, are broke ; 
And good is every awful word, 
Our gracious Lord hath spoke. 

3. To thee, we yield our comforts up, 

To thee, our lives resign 
In straits and dangers, rich and safe, 
If we and ours are thine. 

4. Thy saints, in earlier life remov'd, 

In sweeter accents sing; 
And bless the swiftness of their flight, 
That bore them to the King. 

5. The burdens of a lengthen' d day, 

With patience we would bear, 
Till evening's latest hour shall shew, 
We were our master's care. 



H YMN C. Anonymous. 

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE. 

1. May I, thro 7 life's perplexing road, 
Pursue the path mark'd out by God; 
With cheerful resignation go 
That path, tho' rough and thorny too. 

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2. If sickness, poverty, and pains, 
Be here ray lot, 'tis God ordains; 
Be still ray soul ! may grace prevent 
All impious, fruitless discontent. 

3. Tho' sorrows should on sorrows fall, 
Still would I see thy hand in all; 
And tho' frail nature sometimes groan, 
A Father's hand I still would own. 

4. From duty's path, ne'er let me stray, 
To tread the broad, tho' flow'ry way ; 
But still pursue that narrow road, 
Which leads to happiness and God. 



HYMN CI Kelly. 

CHRISTIAN COURAGE AND RESOLUTION. 

1. And art thou, gracious master, gone, 
A mansion to prepare for me ? 
Shall I behold thee on thy throne, 
And there for ever sit with thee ? 
Then let the world approve or blame, 
I'll triumph in thy glorious name. 

2. Should I, to gain the world's applause, 
Or to escape its harmless frown, 
Refuse to countenance thy cause, 
And make thy people's lot my own ; 
What shame would fill me in that day, 
Wheji thou thy glory wilt display. 



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3. And what is man, or what his smile? 
The terror of his anger, what ? 
Like grass, he flourishes awhile, 

And soon his place shall know him not: 
Thro' fear of such an one, shall I 
The Lord of heav'n and earth deny ? 

4. No ! let the world cast out my name, 
And vile account me, if they will ; 
If to confess the Lord be shame, 

I purpose to be viler still : 
For thee my God, I all resign, 
Content, if I can call thee mine. 



HYMN CIL Doddridge. 

UNION WITH CHRIST. 

1. Dear Saviour! we are thine, 
By everlasting bonds : 

Our names, our hearts, we would resign, 
r Our all, into thy hands. 

2. To thee, we still would cleave, 
With ever-growing zeal ; 

If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
O let them ne'er prevail ! 

3. Thy spirit shall unite, 

Our souls, to thee our head; 
Shall form us, to thine image bright, 
That we, thy paths, may tread. 



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HYMN CIII. Watts. 

ITS CONSTANCY LAMENTED. 

1. Infinite pow'r, eternal Lord I 

How sov'reign is thy hand ! 
All nature rose, t'obey thy word, 
And moves at thy command. 

2. With steady course, the shining sun, 

Keeps his appointed way; 
And all the hours obedient run, 
The circle of the day. 

3. But ah ! how wide my spirit flies ! 

And wanders from my God : 
My soul forgets the heav'nly prize, 
And treads the downward road. 

4. Great God! create my soul anew, 

Conform my heart to thine; 
Melt down my will, and let it flow, 
And take the mould divine. 

5. Seize my whole frame into thy hand, 

Here all my pow'rs I bring : 
Manage the wheels, by thy command, 
And govern ev'ry spring. 

6. Then shall my feet no more depart, 

Nor wand'ring senses rove: 
Devotion shall be all my heart, 
And all my passions, love. 



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7. Then, not the sun shall more than I, 
His maker's law perform; 
Nor, travel swifter, thro' the sky, 
Nor, with a zeal, so warm. 



HYMN CIV. Doddridge. 

THE INFLUENCE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT IMPLORED. 

1. Hear, gracious sov'reign ! from thy throne, 
And send thy various blessings down ; 
While, by thy people, thou art sought, 
Attend the pray'r thy word hath taught. 

2. Come, sacred Spirit! from above, 
And fill the coldest heart with love : 
Soften to flesh, the rugged stone, 
And let thy godlike pow'r be known. 

8. Speak thou ! and from the haughtiest eyes, 
■Shall floods of pious sorrow rise; 
While all their glowing souls are borne, 
To seek, that grace, which now they scorn, 

4. O let a holy flock await, 
Num'rous, around thy temple gate; 
Each pressing on, with zeal, to be 
A living sacrifice, to thee. 

5. In answer to our fervent cries, 
Give us to see thy church arise ; 
Or if that blessing seem too great, 
Give us to mourn its low estate. 



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HYMN CV. Stennett. 

THE PROMISED LAND. 

1. On Jordan's stormy bank, I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye, 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2. O the transporting" rapt'rous scene, 

That rises to my sight! 
Sweet fields array'd in living green I 
And rivers of delight! 

3. There, gen'rous fruits that never fail, 

On trees immortal grow; 
There, rocks, and hills, and brooks, and 
vales, 

With joys unmingled flow. 

4. All o'er those wide extended plains, 

Shines one eternal day; 
There, God the sun for ever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

5. No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath, 

Can reach that blissful shore: 
Sickness, and sorrow, pain, and death, 
Are felt, and fear'd, no more. 

6. O may I reach that happy place, 

And be for ever blest! 
There, may I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest ! 



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HYMN CVI. C. Wesley. 

LONGING FOR HEAVEN. 

1. As shipwreck'd marriners desire 
With eager grasp to reach the shore ; 
As servants long t'obtain their hire, 
And soldiers wish their warfare o'er; 
I languish from this earth to flee, 
And gasp for immortality. 

2. In the Jerusalem above, 

No pain the happy spirit meets ; 
No sense of ill requited love; 
There's no complaining in her streets: 
Crying, and curse, and death, are o'er, 
And there, temptation is no more. 

3. O could I break from flesh and sense, 
Drop all my sorrows, in the tomb ; 
On angels wings, remove from hence, 
And fly to my celestial home ! 

O to forsake this mould'ring clay, 
And launch into eternal day ! 



HYMN CVII ^ C. Wesley. 

HEAVEN IN VIEW. 

1. Come on, my partners in distress, 
My con.rades, thro' the wilderness, 

Who still your bodies feel ; 
Awhile, forget your griefs and fears, 
And look beyond the vale of tears, 

To the celestial hill. 



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2. Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
Look forward to that happy place, 

The saints secure abode; 
On faith's strong eagle-pinions rise. 
And force your passage to the skies, 

And scale the mount of God. 

3. See, where the lamb in glory stands, 
Encircled with his radiant bands, 

And join th angelic pow'rs: 
For all that height of glorious bliss, 
Our everlasting portion is, 

And all that heav'n is ours. 

4. Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope ! 
It lifts the fainting spirits up, 

It brings to life, the dead: 
Our conflicts here shall soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last, 

Triumphant with our head. 



HYMN CVIIL Kelly 

THE LORD OUR HELPER. 

1. Oft as I look upon the road, 

That leads to yonder blest abod?, 

I feel distress' d and fearful; 
So many foes the passage throng, 
I am so weak, and they so strong, 

How can my soul be cheerful ? 



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2. But when I think of him, whose pow'r 
Can save me, in the trying hour, 

And place on him reliance; 
My soul is then asham'd of fear, 
And tho' ten thousand foes appear, 

I bid them all defiance. 

3. Oliord! each day, renew my strength, 
And let me see thy face, at length, 

With all thy people yonder; 
With them in heav'n thy love declare, 
And sing thy praise for ever there, 

With gratitude and wonder. 



HYMN CIX. Kelly. 

I SHALL BE SATISFIED, &c. PSALM 17, 15. 

1. What tongue can tell, what fancy paint, 
The joys that fill th' enraptur'd saint, 
When mixt withheav'n's triumphant throng, 

He shares their bliss and swells their sons'. 

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2. He feels no pain, he fears no want, 
His portion, all that God can grant; 
To see the Saviour as he is, 

And dwell in heav'n with him and his, 

3. No darkness now obscures his mind, 
The darkness all is left behind, 
And objects lately half conceaPd, 
In full resplendence stand reveaTd. 



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4. His love so cold, so mix'd before, 

In heav'n, is cold and mix'd no more; 
It gains the region whence it came, 
And lives a pure, eternal flame. 

5. O ! may I reach that blest abode, 
Where saints obtain their rest in God ; 
For this, let ev'ry conflict here, 

As nothing, in my sight, appear. 



HYMN CX. Mrs. Steele. 

FEAR OF DEATH SUBDUED. 

1. Those happy realms of joy and peace 

Fain would my heart explore, 
Where grief and pain for ever cease, 
And I shall sin no more. 

2. But ah! a dreary vale between, 

Extends its awful gloom : 
Fear spreads to hide the distant scene— 
The horrors of the tomb. 

3. O for the eye of faith divine, 

To look beyond the grave ! 
To see that friend, and call him mine, 
Whose arm is strong to save ! 

4. That friend, who left the throne above, 

Who met the tyrant's dart, 
And (O amazing pow'r of love!) 
Receiv'd it in his heart. 



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5. Here fix my soul, for life is here, 

Light breaks amid the gloom : 
Trust in the Saviour's love, nor fear 
The horrors of the tomb. 

6. Jesus ! in thee alone I trust, 

O tell me I am thine ! 
I yield this mortal frame to dust : 
Eternal life is mine. 



HYMN CXI. Anonymous. 

EARTH AND HEAVEN. 

1 1. The promised land of peace, 
Faith keeps in constant view; 
How different from the wilderness 
We now are passing thro' ! 

2. Here, often from our eyes, 
Clouds hide the light divine: 

There, we shall have unclouded skies, 
' Our sun will always shine. 

3. Here griefs, and cares, and pains, 
And fears, distress us sore ; 

But there, eternal pleasure reigns, 
And we shall weep no more. 

4. Lord ! pardon our complaints, 
We follow at thy call ; 

The joy prepar'd for suffering saints, 
Will make amends for all. 



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HYMN CXII. Newton. 

ON THE DEATH OF A BELIEVER. 

1. In vain my fancy strives to paint 

The moment after death, 
The glories that surround the saints, 
When yielding up their breath. 

2. One gentle sigh their fetters breaks ; 

We scarce can say, " they're gone!" 
Before the willing spirit takes 
Her mansion near the throne. 

3. Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 

To trace her in her flight ; 
No eye can pierce within the veil 
Which hides that world of light. 

4. Thus much, (and this is all) we know, 

They are completely blest; 
Have done with sin, and care, and woe, 
And with their Saviour rest. 

5. On harps of gold, they praise his name, 

His face, they always view; 
Then let us followers be of them, 
That we may praise him too. 

6. Their faith and patience, love and zeal, 

Should make their mem'ry dear; 
And, Lord ! do thou the pray'rs fulfil 
They offer' d for us here. 



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7. While they have gain'd, we losers are^ 
We miss them day by day : 
But thou canst ev'ry breach repair, 
And wipe our tears away. 



HYMN CXIII. Gibbons, 

ETERNAL LIFE* 

1. Eternal life! how sweet the sound, 
To sinners who deserv'd to die! 
Proclaim the bliss, ye nations round, 
Echo the joys, ye realms on high* 

2. Eternal life ! how will it reign, 

When, mounting from its breathless c!od P 
The soul, discharged from sin and pain, 
Ascends to meet its Father, God. 

3. Eternal life ! how will it bloom, 
In beauty, on that joyful day ; 

When, rescu'd from th 1 impris'ning tomb ? 
Glory invests our rising clay. 

4. Eternal life ! O how refined 

The joys ! the triumphs, how divine! 
When saints in body, and in mind, 
Shall in their Saviour's image shine* 

5. Holy and heavenly be that soul, 
Where swells a hope so bright as this I 
How should we long to reach the goal, 
And take the prize of endless bliss ! 

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HYMN CXIV. Doddridge. 

CHRIST ASCENDING TO HIS FATHER AND GOD, 
AND OURS. JOHN XX, 17. 

1. In raptures let our hearts ascend, 

Our heav'nly seats to view; 
And grateful trace that shining path 
Our rising Saviour drew. 

2. " Up to my Father, and my God, 

" I go;" the Conqu'ror cries, 
" Up to your Father, and your God, 
" My brethren, lift your eyes." 

3. And doth the Lord of glory call 

Such worms his brethren dear? 
And doth he point to heav'n's high throne. 
And shew our Father there ? 

4. And doth he teach my sinful lips 

That tuneful sound, my God? 
And breathe his spirit on my heart, 
To shed his grace abroad ? 

5. O World! produce a good like this, 

And thou shalt have my love; 
Till then, my Father claims it all, 
And Christ, wiio dwells above. 

6. Dear Jesus, call this willing soui, 

That struggles with its clay, 
And fain would leave this weary load 
To wing its airy way. 



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HYMN CXV. Cowper. 

THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH, 
ISAIAH LX, 15, 20. 

1. Hear what God the Lord hath spoken, 
" O ray people, faint and few; 
Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 

Fair abodes I build for you: 
Thorns of heart-felt tribulation 
Shall no more perplex your ways ; 
You shall name your walls, Salvation, 
And your gates shall all be praise. 

2. There, like streams that feed the garden, 
Pleasures without end shall flow: 

For the Lord, your faith rewarding, 
All his bounty shall bestow; 
Still, in undisturb'd possession, 
Peace and righteousness shall reign ; 
NeYer shall you feel oppression, 
Never hear of war again . 

3. Ye no more your suns descending, 
Waning moons no more shall see; 
But, your griefs for ever ending, 
Find eternal noon in me: 

God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, 
Change to day the gloom of night; 
He, the Lord, shall be your glory, 
God, your everlasting light." 



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HYMN CXVL Doddridge. 

THE INNUMERABLE MERCIES OF GOD THANKFULLY 
ACKNOWLEDGED. PSALM CXXXIX, 17, IS, 

1. In glad amazement, Lord ! I stand, 
Amidst the bounties of thy hand ; 
How numberless those bounties are! 
How rich, how various, and how fair I 

2. But O ! what poor returns I make ! 
What lifeless thanks I pay thee back ! 
Lord ! I confess with humble shame, 
My off'rings scarce deserve the name, 

3. Fain would my lab'ring heart devise, 
To bring some nobler sacrifice: 

It sinks beneath the mighty load : 
What shall I render to my God ? 

4. To him, I consecrate my praise, 
And vow the remnant of my days ; 
Yet what at best can I pretend 
Worthy such gifts from such a friend ? 

5. In deep abasement, Lord ! I see> 
My emptiness and poverty : 
Enrich my soul, with grace divine, 
And make it worthier to be thine. 

6. Give me, at length, an angel's tongue, 
That heav'n may echo with my song; 
The theme, too great for time, shall he P 
The joy of long eternity. 



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HYMN CXVII. StenneU. 

DIVINE GOODNESS HERE AND HEREAFTER. 

1. God's goodness, like the sun, 
Dawn'd on our early days; 

Ere infant reason had begun, 
To form our lips to praise. 

2. Each object we beheld, 
Gave pleasure to our eyes; 

And nature all our senses held, 
In bands of sweet surprise. 

3. But pleasures more refin'd, 
Awaited that blest day, 

When light divine spread o'er the mind, 
And chas'd our sins away. 

4. How great thy mercies, Lord I 
How sov'reign, and how free! 

Our souls that had been dead in sin, 
Were made alive, to thee. 

5. ' Now we expect a day 

Still brighter far than this, 
When death shall bear our souls away, 
To realms of light and bliss. 

6. Nor shall that radiant day 
So joyfully begun, 

In ev'ning shadows die away, 
Beneath the setting sua. 



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HYMN C XVIII. Doddridge. 

CHRIST OUR WISDOM, RIGHTEOUSNESS, SANCT1-* 
TICATION, AND REDEMPTION. 1 COR. I, 30, 31. 

1. My God! assist me, while I raise 
An anthem of harmonious praise ; 
My heart thy wonders shall proclaim, 
And spread its banners in thy name. 

2. In Christ, I view a store divine : 
My Father, all that store is thine ; 
By thee prepar'd, by thee bestow'd; 
Hail to the Saviour, and the God ! 

3. When gloomy shades my soul o'erspread, 
" Let there be light," dr Almighty said; 
And Christ, my sun, his beams displays, 
And scatters round celestial rays. 

4. Condemn'd, thy criminal I stood, 
And awful justice ask'd my blood; 
That welcome Saviour from thy throne 
Brought righteousness and pardon down. 

5. My soul was all o'erspread with sin, 
And lo ! his grace hath made me clean : 
He rescues from th' infernal foe, 

And full redemption will bestow. 

6. Ye saints, assist my grateful tongue; 
Ye angels, warble back my song: 
For love like this demands the praise 
Of heav'nly harps, and endless days. 



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HYMN CXIX. Stennett 

PRAISE TO THE REDEEMER. 

1. To Christ the Lord, let ev'ry tongue, 

Its noblest tribute bring ; 
When he's the subject of the song, 
Who can refuse to sing ? 

2. Survey the beauties of his face, 

And on his glories dwell; 
Think of the wonders of his grace, 
And all his triumphs tell. 

3. He saw me plung'd in deep distress, 

He fled to my relief ; 
For me, he bore the shameful cross, 
And carry' d all my grief. 

4. His hand a thousand blessings pours, 

Upon my guilty head ; 
His presence gilds, my darkest hours, 
' And guards my sleeping bed. 

5. To him, I owe my life and breath, 
And all the joys I have; 

He makes me triumph over death, 
And saves me from the grave. 



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HYMN CXX. — Kelly. 

THE SPIRITUAL MARINER. 

1. We're bound to yonder land, 
Where Jesus reigns supreme: 

We leave the shore at his command, 
Forsaking all for him. 

2. 'Twere easy did we choose 
Again to reach the shore ; 

But this is what our souls refuse, 
We'll never touch it more. 

3. The perils of the sea, 

The rocks, the waves, the wind ; 
Are small, whatever they may be, 
To those we leave behind. 

4. Nor have we cause to fear; 
The God who rules the sea, 

In ev'ry danger will appear, 
And our protector be. 

5. The Lord himself will keep, 
His people safe from harm ; 

Will hold the helm, and guide the ship. 
With his almighty arm. 

6. . Then let the tempest roar, 

The billows heave, and swell : 
We trust to reach the peaceful shore 
Where all the ransom' d dwell. 



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7. And when we gain that land, 
How happy shall we be ! 
There we will bless the mighty hand 
That led us thro' the sea. 



HYMN CXXI. — Kelhj, 

" BE OF GOOD CHEER IT IS I." 

1. Why those fears? behold 'tis Jesus 

Holds the helm and guides the ship ; 
Spread the sails, and catch the breezes 
Sent to waft us thro' the deep, 

To the regions, 
Where the mourners cease to weep* 

2. Tho' the shore we hope to land on 

Only by report is known, 
Yet we freely all abandon, 
Led by that report alone, 

And with Jesus, 
Thro' the trackless deep move on, 

3. Led by him, we brave the ocean; 

Led by him, the storms defy; 
Calm, amidst tumultuous motion, 
Knowing that our Lord is nigh ; 

Waves obey him, 
And the storms before him fly. 

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4. Render' d safe, by his protection, 

We shall pass the wat'ry waste ; 
Trusting 1 to his wise direction, 
We shall gain, the port at last; 

And with wonder, 
Think on toils and dangers past. 

5. O what pleasures there await us ! 

There, the tempests cease to roar; 
There it is, that they who hate us, 
Can molest our peace no more; 

Trouble ceases, 
On that peaceful, happy shore. 



HYMN CXXII. Kelly. 

THE SPIRITUAL WARRIOR. 

1. Arise, ye saints arise, 
The Lord our leader is, 

The foe before his banner flies ! 
The victory is his ! 

2. Lead on, almighty Lord ! 
Lead on, to victory : 

Encourag'd, by the bright reward, 
With joy we'll follow thee. 

8. We'll follow thee, our guide, 
Our Saviour, and our king: 
We'll follow thee, with grace supply'd, 
From heav'n's eternal spring. 



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4. We hope to see the day, 
When all our toils shall cease ; 

When we shall cast our arms away, 
And dwell in endless peace. 

5. This hope supports us here, 
It makes our burdens light; 

'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, 
Till faith shall end in sight. 

6. When of the prize possess'd, 
We hear of war no more ; 

But O, sw r eet thought! for ever rest, 
On yonder peaceful shore. 



HYMN C XXIII. C. Wesley, 

THE REFUGE. 

1. Jesus, lover of my soul, 
Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the raging billows roll, 
While the tempest still is high! 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
Till the storm of life is past; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

O receive my soul at last! 

2. Other refuge have I none, 
Hangs my helpless soul on thee; 
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 
Still support and comfort me; 



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All my trust on thee is stay'd, 
All my help from thee I bring 1 : 
Cover my defenceless head, 
With the shadow of thy wing. 

8. Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
Grace to pardon all my sin; 
Let the healing streams abound ; 
Make and keep me pure within; 
Thou of life the fountain art, 
Freely let me take of thee ; 
Spring thou up within my heart, 
Rise to all eternity ! 



HYMN CXXIV. Kelly. 

"here have we no continuing city/ 1 

1. " We've no abiding city here;" 

This may distress the worldling's mind; 
But should not cost the saint a tear, 
Who hopes a better rest to find. 

2. " We've no abiding city here;" 

Sad truth, were this to be our home; 
But let this thought our spirits cheer, 
" We seek a city yet to come." 

3. " We've no abiding city here ;" 
Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 
Let not the world our rest appear^ 
But let us haste 3 from all below. 



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4. " We've no abiding" city here ;'* 
We seek a city out of sight ; 

Zion its name, — " the Lord is there/* 
It shines, with everlasting light. 

5. O sweet abode of pea<?e and love, 
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest I 
Had I the pinions of a dove, 

I'd fly to thee and be at resL 

6. But hush my soul, nor dare repine, 
The time my God appoints is best; 
While here, to do his will is mine, 
And his, to fix my time of rest, 



HYMN CXXV. -Kelly. 

LIGHT AFFLICTION "WHICH IS BUT FOR A MO- 
MENT, &c. II. COR. 4. 17. 

I. Yes 'tis a rough and thorny road, 
That leads us to the saints abode; 
But when our Father's house we gain, 
'Twill make amends, for all our pain. 

I. And tho' we feel our present grief, 
In hope, we find a sweet relief; 
For hope anticipates the day, 
When all our grief shall pass away. 

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3. And what is all we suffer now ? 
Or all we can endure below? 

To that bright day, when Christ shall come, 
And take his weary pilgrims home. 

4. Then let us walk, without complaint 
The thorny road, and never faint ; 
Tho' now by weariness opprest, 
The end, is everlasting rest* 

5. And when we gain the saints abode, 
We'll oft look back upon the road: 
The recollection of the past, 

Will sweeten our repose at last* 



HYMN CXXVI. Doddridge. 

ASKING THE WAY TO ZION, IN ORDER TO JOINING 
IN COVENANT WITH GOD. JER. L. 5. 

1. Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way, 

That leads to Zion's hill, 
And thither set your steady face 
With a determuTd will. 

2. Invite the strangers all around, 

\our pious march to join; 
And spread the sentiments you feel 
Of faith and love divine. 



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3. Come, let us to his temple haste, 

And seek his favour there, 
Before his footstool humbly bow, 
j^nd pour out fervent pray'r. 

4. Come, let us join our souls to God, 

In everlasting bands, 
And seize the blessings he bestows, 
With eager hearts and hands * 

5. Come, let us seal without delay, 

The covenant of his grace ; 
Nor shall the years of distant life 
Its memory efface. 

6. Thus may our rising offspring haste, 

To seek their fathers' God ; 
Nor e'er forsake the happy path 
Their youthful feet have trod. 



HYMN CXXVIL Doddridge. 

THE HIGHWAY TO ZION. ISAIAH, XXXV, 8,9, 1& 

1. Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 

Your great deliv'rer sing : 
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound, 
Be joyful in your king. 

2. See the fair way his hand hath rais'dj 

How holy ! and how plain ! 
Nor shall the simplest trav'ler err, 
Nor ask the track in vain. 



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3. No rav'ning lion shall destroy, 

Nor lurking- serpent wound; 
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, 
Thro' all the path are found. 

4. A hand divine shall lead you on, 

Thro' all the blissful road ; 
Till to the sacred mount you rise. 
And see your smiling God. 

5. There garlands of immortal joy 

Shall bloom on ev'ry head; 
While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows all are fled. 

6. March on in your Redeemer's strength ; 

Pursue his footsteps still ; 
And let the prospect cheer your eye, 
While lab'ring up the hill. 



HYMN CXXVIII. Doddridge. 

S5NGING IN THE WAYS OF GOI>. PS. CXXXVIII, 5. 

1. Now let our voices join, 
To form one pleasant song: 

Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways^ 
With music pass along. 

2. Flow straight the path appears I 
How open, and how fair f 

No lurking gins t'entrap our feet; 
No fierce destroyer there* 



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3. But flow'rs of Paradise 
In rich profusion spring ; 

The sun of glory gilds the path, 
And dear companions sing. 

4. See Salem's golden spires, 
In beauteous prospect rise ; 

And brighter crowns than mortals wear, 
Which sparkle thro' the skies. 

5. All honour to his name, 
Who drew the shining trace; 

To him, who leads the wand'rers on, 
And cheers them with his grace. 

6. Reduce the nations, Lord ! 
Teach all their kings thy ways, 

That earth's full choir the notes may swell, 
And heav'n resound the praise. 



HYMN CXXIX. Mrs. Steele, 

THE CHRISTIAN'S PROSPECT. 

1. Happy the man whose wishes climb, 

To mansions in the skies ! 
He looks on all the joys of time, 
With undesiring eyes. 

2. In vain, soft pleasure spreads her charms, 

And throws her silken chain, 
And wealth, and fame, invite his arms, 
And tempt his ear in vain. 



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3. He knows, that all these glittering things, 

Must yield to sure decay ; 
And sees, on time's extended wings, 
How swift they fly away. 

4. To things unseen by mortal eyes, 

A beam of sacred light 
Directs his view ; his prospects rise, 
All permanent and bright. 

5. His hopes are fixt on joys to come; 

Those blissful scenes on high 
Shall flourish in immortal bloom, 
When time and nature die. 



HYMN CXXX. Doddridge, 

MUTABILITY OF CREATURES. 

1. Our days a transient period run, 
And change with ev'ry circling sun; 
And in the firmest state we boast, 
A moth may crush us into dust. 

2. But let the creatures fall around, 
Let death consign us to the ground; 
Let the last gen'ral flame arise, 
And melt the arches of the skies ; 

3. Calm as the summer ocean, we 
Can all the wreck of nature see, 
While grace secures us an abode. 
Near the eternal throne of God, 



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HYMN CXXXL Doddridge. 

THE HEAVENLY INHERITANCE MADE KNOWN BY 
THE SPIRIT. EPHES. I, 18. 

1. r CoME, thou celestial Spirit! come, 

And call my roving passions home; 
To mine enlighten'd eyes display, 
The heritage of heav'nly day. 

2. My God ! that heritage is thine ; 
How rich, how glorious, how divine! 
How far above all mortal things, 
The little pride of courts and kings ! 

3. Of endless joy th* unbounded store! 
Why is its lustre known no more ? 
Away, ye mists of envious night, 
That veil salvation from my sight! 

4. Shine forth, almighty Saviour, shine ; 
Shew the bright world, and shew it mine; 
Then paradise on earth shall spring, 
And mortal worms like angels sing. 



HYMN CXXXIL Doddridge, 

THE ACTIVE CHRISTIAN.— LUKE, XII, 35. 38, 

1. Ye servants of the Lord ! 
Each in his office wait, 
Observant of his heav'nly word, 
And watchful at his gate. 



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2, Let all your lamps be bright, 
And trim the golden flame; 

Gird up your loins, as in his sight, 
For awful is his name. 

3, Watch, 'tis your Lord's command ; 
And while we speak, he's near : 

Mark the first signal of his hand, 
And ready all appear. 

4. O happy servant he, 

In such a posture found! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honour crownM. 

5. Christ shall the banquet spread, 
With his own royal hand, 

And raise that fav'rite servant's head, 
Amidst th' angelic band. 



HYMN CXXXIII. Doddridge. 

THE HAPPINESS OF DEPARTING, AND BEING WITH 
CHRIST. PHIL. I, 23. 

1. While on the verge of life I stand, 
And view the scene on either hand, 
My spirit struggles with its clay, 
And longs to wing its flight away. 

2. Where Jesus dwells, my soul would be; 
It faints my much-lov'd Lord to see: 
Earth, twine no more about my heart, 
For 'tis far better to depart. 



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3 Come, ye angelic envoys, come, 
And lead the willing pilgrim home : 
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, 
Source of my joys, and of your own. 

4. That blessed interview, how sweet! 
To fall transported at his feet ! 
Rais'd in his arms to view his face, 
Thro' the full beamings of his grace ! 

>. To see heav'n's shining courtiers round > 
Each with immortal glories crown'd ! 
And, while his form in each I trace, 
Belov'd, and loving, all t'embrace ! 

6. As with a seraph's voice to sing ! 
To fly, as on a cherub's wing! 
Performing with unwearied hands, 
A present Saviour's high commands ! 

7. Yet, with these prospects full in sight, 
I'll wait thy signal for my flight; 
For, while thy service I pursue, 
I find my heav'n begun below. 



HYMN CXXXIV. Doddridge. 

DELIVERANCE CELEBRATED, PSALM CXVI. 8. 

1. Look back, my soul! with grateful love, 
On what thy God has done ; 
Praise him, for his unnumber'd gifts, 
And praise him for his son. 

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2. How oft hath his indulgent hand, 

My flowing eyelids dried, 
And rescu'd from impending death, 
When I in danger cried! 

3. When on the bed of pain I lay, 

With sickness sore oppress'd, 
How oft hath he assuag'd my grief, 
And lull'd my eyes to rest! 

4. Back, from destruction's yawning pit, 

At his command I came; 
He fed th' expiring lamp anew, 
And rais'd its feeble flame. 

5. My broken spirit he hath cheer'd, 

When torn with inward grief; 
And, when temptations press'd me sore, 
Hath brought me swift relief. 

6. My soul, from everlasting death, 

Is by his mercy brought, 
To tell, in Zion's sacred gates, 
The wonders he hath wrought. 

7. Still will I walk before his face, 

While he this life prolongs ; 
Till grace shall all its work complete, 
And teach me heav'nly songs. 



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HYMN CXXXV. Doddridge. 

GOD STRENGTHENING THE SOULS OF HIS PRAY- 
ING PEOPLE. PSALM CXXXVIII, 3. 

1. My soul, review the trembling days, 

In which my God I sought; 
I cry'd aloud for aid divine, 
And aid divine he brought. 

2. Thro' all my weak and fainting heart, 

His secret strength he spread, 
He clasp' d me, in his arms of love, 
And rais'd my drooping head. 

3. He call'd himself, my covenant God, 

His promises he shew'd; 
And wide display' d their solemn seal 
In the great surety's blood. 

4. I heard his people shout around, 

And join" d their cheerful song; 
,And saw from far the shining seats, 
Which to his saints belong. 

5. My God ! what inward strength thou giv'si> 

I to thy service vow ; 
And in thy strength would upward march, 
Till at thy throne I bow* 



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HYMN CXXXVL Doddridge. 

PRAYER FOR A BLESSING ON THE GOSPEL. 

I« Assist us, Lord! thy name to praise, 
For the rich gospel of thy grace ; 
And, that our hearts may love it more, 
O ! may they feel its vital pow'r. 

2. Let sinners tremble at thy word, 
Struck by the terrors of the Lord: 
And, while they tremble, let them flee, 
And seek their help, their life from thee, 

3. Great Saviour! let thy pity rise, 
And make the wretched triflers wise: 
Let them improve, the present day, 
Nor risk salvation, by delay. 

4. With joy, may we our course pursue, 
And keep the crown of life in view; 
That crown, which in one hour repays, 
The labours of ten thousand days. 



HYMN CXXXVII. Fawcett. 

BEFORE SERMON. 

1. Thy presence, gracious God! afford, 
Prepare us to receive thy word, 
Now let thy voice engage our ear, 
And faith be mix'd, with what we hear^ 
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2. Distracting thoughts and cares remove^ 
And fix our hearts and hopes ahove ; 
With food divine, may we be fed, 
And satisfied, with living bread; 
Thus, Lord ! thy waiting servants bless^ 
And crown thy gospel with success. 

3. To us, the sacred word apply, 
With sovereign pow'r and energy; 
And may we in thy faith and fear, 
Reduce to practice, what we hear ; 
Thus. Lord ! thy waiting servants bless,. 
And crown thy gospel with success. 



HYMN C XXXVIII. Kelly. 

AFTER SERMON. 

1. Praise we him, by whose kind favour 

Heav'nly truth has reach' d our ears; 
May its sweet reviving savour, 
■ f Fill our hearts, and chase our fears. 
Truth! — how sacred is the treasure! 

Teach us, Lord ! its worth to know; 
Vain's the hope, and short the pleasure, 

Which from other sources flow. 

2. What of truth we've now been hearing, 

Lord ! to ev'ry heart apply ! 
In the day of thine appearing, 
May we share thy people's joy I 

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Till thou take us hence for ever, 
Saviour ! guide us with thine eye ; 

This our aim, and sole endeavour, 
Thine to live, and thine to die. 



HYMN C XXXIX. Tate and Brady. 

" THY KINGDOM COME." 

1. To bless thy chosen race, 
In mercy, Lord! incline; 

And cause the brightness of thy face, 
On all thy saints, to shine. 

2. That so thy wondrous way> 
May thro' the world be known ; 

Whilst distant lands their tribute pay ? 
And thy salvation own. 

3. Let differing nations join, 
To celebrate thy fame ; 

Let all the world, O Lord! combine,. 
To praise thy glorious name. 

4. O let them shout and sing ! 
Dissolv'd, in pious mirth ; 

For thou, the righteous judge and kingj 
Shall govern all the earth. 



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HYMN CXL. Doddridge, 

THE GRAND SCHEME OF THE GOSPEL. EPH. 

9 X 1% II. 

1. We sing the deep mysterious plan, 
Which God devis'd, ere time began; 

At length disclos'd in ail its light : 
We bless the wondrous birth of love, 
Which beams around us from above, 

With grace so free, and hope so bright. 

2. Here has the wise eternal mind 

In Christ, their common head, conjoin' d 

Gentiles and J ews, and earth and heav'n: 
Thro' him, from the great Father's throne, 
Rivers of h\h$ come rolling down, 
And endless peace and life are giv'n. 

3. No more the awful cherubs guard, 
The tree of life, with flaming sword, 

To drive afar, man's trembling race; 
,At Salem's pearly gates they stand, 
And smiling wait, (a friendly band !) 

To welcome strangers to the place, 

4. While we expect that glorious sight. 
Love shall our hearts with theirs unite^ 

And ardent hope our bosoms raise: 
From earth's dark vale, and tongues of clay^ 
To these resplendent realms of day, 

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HYMN CXLL Doddridge, 

C * I AM THY SALVATION." PSALM XXXV, 3, 

1. Salvation! O melodious sound 

To wretched dying men ! 
Salvation ! that from God proceeds, 
And leads to God again ! 

2. Rescued, from hell's eternal gloom, 

From fiends, and fires, and chains ; 
Rais'd to a paradise of bliss, 
Where love and glory reigns ! 

3. But O ! may a degen'rate soul, 

Sinful and weak as mine, 
Presume to raise a trembling eye, 
To blessings so divine? 

4. The lustre of so bright a bliss 

My feeble heart o'erbears^ 
And unbelief almost perverts 
The promise into tears. 

5. My Saviour God ! no voice but thine 

These dying hopes can raise: 
Speak thy salvation to my soul, 
And turn its tears to praise. 

6. My Saviour God! this broken voice 

Transported shall proclaim, 
And call on all th' angelic harps 
To sound so sweet a name, 



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HYMN CXLII - — Doddridge. 

THE LIGHT OF GOOI> EXAMPLES, THE MOST EFFEC- 
TUAL WAY TO GLORIFY GOD. MATT. V, 16. 

1. Great Teacher of thy church! we own ? 
Thy precepts all divinely wise : 

O may thy mighty pow'r be shown, 
To fix them still before our eyes. 

2. Deep on our hearts, thy law engrave, 
And fill our breasts with heav'nly zeal, 
That, while we trust thy pow'r to save. 
We may that sacred law fulfil. 

3. Adorn'd, with ev'ry heav'nly grace, 
May our examples brightly shine, 
And the sweet lustre of thy face 
Reflected, beam from each of thine. 



HYMN CXLIII Cowper. 

EXHORTATION TO PRAYER. 

1, What various hindrances we meet, 
In coming to a mercy seat ! 
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
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2. Prayer makes the darken 9 d cloud withdraw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw; 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings ev'ry blessing, from above. 

8. Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; 
And Satan trembles when he sees, 
The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4. While Moses stood with arms spread wide. 
Success was found on Israel's side; 
But, when thro' weariness they fail'd, 
That moment Amalek prevail'd. 

5. Have you no words? ah, think again, 
Words flow apace, when you complain, 
And fill your fellow creatures ear, 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

6. Were half the breath, thus vainly spent, 
To heav'n, in supplication sent ; 
Your cheerful songs would oft'ner be, 

" Hear what the Lord hath done for me." 



HYMN CXLIV. Stennett. 

SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

1. Where two, or three, with sw r eet accord,, 
Obedient, to their sov'reign Lord, 
Meet, to recount his acts of grace, 
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2. "There," says the Saviour! " will I be, 
Amid this little company ; 

To them unveil, my smiling face, 
And shed ray glories round the place." 

3. We meet at thy command, O Lord! 
Relying on thy faithful word ; 
Now send thy spirit from above, 
And fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 



HYMN CXLV. Cowper. 

ENCOURAGEMENT TO PRAYER. 

L Jesus ! where'er thy people meet, 
There, they behold thy mercy seat ; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, 
And ev'ry place is hallow' d ground. 

2. Thou, Lord ! within no walls confhvd, 
Inhabitest the humble mind; 

",0 rend the heav'ns/' come quickly down, 
And make our contrite hearts thine own. 

3, Here, may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith, and lighten care : 
And to our waiting hearts proclaim, 
The sweetness of thy saving name, 



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HYMN CXLVL Anonymous. 

PRAYER. 

1. Beyond my utmost wants, 
God's love, and pow'r can bless ; 

To praying souls, he always grants, 
More than they can express. 

2. Since 'tis his own command, 
My mouth I'll open wide; 

He will extend his bounteous hand, 
That I may be supply'd. 

3. Thine image, Lord ! bestow, 
Thy presence, and thy love; 

I ask to serve thee here below, 
And reign with thee above. 

4. Teach me to live by faith, 
My will conform to thine ; 

Let me victorious prove in death, 
And then in glory shine. 

5. If thou these blessings give, 
And wilt my portion be; 

Cheerful, the world's poor toys, I leave, 
To those who know not thee. 



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HYMN CXLVII. Pope. 

i FOR PARDON, PROTECTION, AND DAILY PROVISION* 

1. Teach me to feel, another's woe, 

To hide, the fault I see; 
Mercy, may I to other's show, 
Show mercy, Lord ! to me. 

2. Let not this weak, unknowing hand, 

Presume thy bolts to throw; 
And deal damnation, round the land, 
On each I judge thy foe. 

3. Where I am right, thy grace impart, 

Still in the right to stay ; 
Where I am wrong, O ! teach my heart, 
To find the better way. 

4. Save me, alike, from foolish pride, 

Or impious discontent; 
At aught thy wisdom has deny'd, 
Or aught thy goodness lent. 

5. This day, be bread and peace my lot, 

All else beneath the sun, 
Thou know'st if best bestow'd, or not, 
And let thy will be done. 

6. To thee, whose temple is all space ! 

Whose altar earth, seas, skies ! 
One chorus let all being raise I 
All nature's incense rise ! 

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HYMN CXLVIIL Anonymous. 

RELIGION, THE ONE THING NEEDFUL. 

1. Religion is the chief concern, 

Of mortals here below; 
May I its great importance learn, 
Its sov'reign virtue know. 

2. More needful this, than glitt'ring wealth, 

Or aught the world' bestows ; 
Nor fame, nor pow'r, nor food, nor health. 
Can yield us, such repose. 

3. Religion should our hearts engage, 

Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
'Twill lit us, for declining age, 
And for the awful tomb. 

4. O ! may my soul, by grace renew'd, 

Be my Redeemer's throne; 
And be my stubborn will subduM, 
His government, to own. 

5. May deep repentance, faith and love, 

Be join'd, with holy fear; 
And all, my conversation, prove 
My heart to be sincere. 

6. May lively hope my soul inspire, 

And warm affections rise; 
And may I wait with strong desire 
To mount above the skies. 



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HY31N CXLIX. A nonymous. 

FOR CHILDREN. 

t. Our heav'nly Father calls us near, 
And bids us seek his face; 
Our cheerful hearts with joy reply, 
u We'll seek our Father's face." 

2. He loves to hear, our infant tongues, 

His pow'r, and grace, proclaim; 
In sweet hosannas, let us join, 
To praise, our Maker's name. 

3. Our food, and clothes, and all we have, 

Are giv'n us, from above ; 
And ev'ry blessing we receive, 
Is from the God of love. 

4. 'Twas love that sent a Saviour down, 

To die for sinful men ; 
'Twas love that rais'd him from the grave, 
That we might rise again. 

5. 'Tis love that bids us shun the place, 

Where none but sinners dwell, 
And warns us from the crooked ways, 
That lead to death and hell. 

6. 'Tis love that guides our wand'ring feet, 

To walk the sacred road ; 
And keeps us in the way that leads 
To happiness and God. 



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7. Then let our cheerful praises join, 
The heav'nly hosts above, 
And all in heav'n and earth unite, 
To praise the God of love. 



HYMN CL. Watts, 

REMEMBER THY CREATOR, &c. 

1. Children! to your creator God, 

Your early honours pay ; 
While vanity and youthful blood, 
Would tempt your thoughts astray. 

2. The mem'ry of his mighty name, 

Demands your first regard; 
Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 
Till you have lovM the Lord. 

3. Be wise, and make his favour sure, 

Before the mournful days, 
When youth and mirth, are known no more, 
And life and strength, decays. 



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HYMN CLI. Fawcett. 

FOR CHILDREN, 

1. Now in my early days, 
Teach me thy will to know ; 

O God ! thy sanctifying grace, 
Betimes on me bestow, 

2. Make an unguarded youth, 
The object of thy care; 

Help me to choose, the way of truth, 
And fly from ev'ry snare. 

3. My heart, to folly prone, 
Renew by pow'r divine ; 

Unite it to thyself alone, 
And make me wholly thine. 

4. O ! let thy w ord of grace, 

My warmest thoughts employ ; 
Be this, thro' all my future days, 
My treasure and my joy. 

5. To what thy laws impart, 
Be my whole heart inclin'd ; 

O ! let them dwell, within my heart, 
And sanctify my mind. 

6. May thy young servant learn, 
By these to cleanse his way ; 

And may I here the path discern, 
Which leads to endless day. 

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HYMN CLII. Anonymous. 

TOR A SUNDAY SCHOOL. 

1. Loud let our grateful notes of praise, 

Th' Almighty's love proclaim : 
High as his throne, our voices raise, 
To glorify his name. 

2. Thy wisdom formM us, from the dust, 

Thy mercy spares us still ; 
Lord ! in thy pow'r alone we trust, 
To guard from future ill. 

3. And now while bounteous hands impart, 

The pitying aid we need ; 
Thy kindred spirit warms the heart, 
And prompts the gen'rous deed. 

4. O ! while our grateful tongues resound, 

Thy praise, from earth to heav'n ; 
Bless thou the hand that pours around, 
The blessings thou hast given. 

5. And when the last, the awful close, 

Shall wake the slumb'ring dead ; 
Lord ! in thy mercy think on those 
Who here thy bounties spread. 



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HYMN CLIIL- — Anonymous. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Supremely good ! supremely great ! 

Thy bounty we adore, 
In all those gifts of providence, 
Which mark each passing hour, 

2. From the first dawn of infant life, 

Thy goodness we have shar'd ; 
And still thro' scenes of human woe, 
Thy sov'reign mercy spar'd. 

3. To seek thy grace, to do thy will, 

O Lord ! our hearts incline ; 
And o'er the paths of future life, 
Command thy light to shine. 

4. Whilst taught to read thy word of truth, 

May we thy word receive ! 
And when we hear of Jesus' name, 
In that blest name believe ! 

5. Let not our feet incline to tread, 

Sin's broad destructive road; 
But trace those holy paths which lead> 
To glory and to God. 



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HYMN CLIV. a Wesley, 

PRAYER FOR CHILDREN. 

1. Captain of our salvation, take 
The souls we here present to thee ; 
And, fix for thy great service, make 
ThesM^irs of immortality: 

O ! letilkain thine image rise, 
And tiieriWjpftsplant to Paradise. 

2. Unspotted from the world, and pure, 
Preserve them for thy glorious cause; 
Accustom'd daily to endure, 

The welcome burden of thy cross : 
Inur'd to toil and needful pain, 
Till all thy humble mind they gain. 



HYMN CLV. Doddridge. 

DEATH OF INFANTS. 

1, Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears 

Flow o'er your children dead ; 
Say not in transports of despair, 
That all your hopes are fled. 

2. While cleaving to that darling dust, 

In fond distress ye lie ; 
Rise! and with joy and rev'rence view, 
A heav'nly parent nigh. 



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3. Tho' your young branches torn away, 

Like wither'd trunks ye stand ; 
With fairer verdure ye shall bloom, 
Touch' d by th' Almighty's hand. 

4. "I'll give the mourner/' saith the Lord > 

" In my own house, a place; 

No name of daughters and of sons, 

" Could yield so high a grace. 

5. " Transient and vain, in every hope, 

66 A rising race can give : 
" In endless honour and delight, 
" My children all shall live." 

6. We welcome, Lord! those rising tears, 

Thro' which thy face we see ; 
And bless those wounds which thro' our 
hearts, 
Prepare a way for thee. 



HYMN CLVL Stennett 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Ten thousand, thousand matchless charms 

Adorn our Shepherd's face, 
While infants folded in his arms, 
Receive his kind embrace. 

2. " I take these little lambs/' said he^ 

" And lay them in my breast ; 
w Protection they shall find in me^ 
" In me, be ever blest. 



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3. " Death may the bands of life unloose, 

" But can't dissolve my lovo ; 
" Millions of infant souls compose, 
" 3Iy family above. 

4. " Their feeble frames, my pow'r shall raise, 

" And mould with heav'nly skill : 
" I'll give them tongues, to sing my praise, 
" And strength, to do my will." 

5. His words, the happy parents hear, 

To him, their babes resign ; 
Wipe, from their eyes the falling tear, 
And shout with joys divine. 



HYMN CLVII. Mrs. Steel?, 

TOR THE FUNERAL OF A YOUTH. 

1. When blooming youth is snatch' d away, 

By death's resistless hand ; 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity must demand. 

2. While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

O ! may this truth impress'd 
With awful pow'r, — "I too must die," 
Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 

3. Let this vain world engage no more, 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us seize, the present hour, 
To-morrow, death may come* 



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4. The voice of this alarming scene. 

May ev'ry heart obey! 
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray, 

5. O ! let us fly, to Jesus fly, 

Whose pow'rful arm can save; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on high, 
And triumph o'er the grave. 

6. Great God! thy sovereign grace impart, 

With cleansing, healing pow'r; 
This only can prepare the heart, 
For death's surprising hour. 



HYMN CLVIIL- Watts. 

DEATH A BLESSING TO THE SAINT. 

1. Do flesh and nature dread to die, 

And tim'rous thoughts our minds enslave ? 
Grace can exalt our hopes on high, 
And quell the terrors of the grave. 

2. Do we not dwell in clouds below, 
And little know the God we love? 
Why should we like this twilight so, 
When 'tis all noon in worlds above ? 

3. There shall we see him, face to face, 
There shall we know, the great unknown: 
And Jesus with his glorious grace, 
Shines in full light, amidst the throne. 



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4. No more shall pride, or passion rise, 
Or envy fret, or malice roar; 

Or sorrow mourn with downcast eye; 
Sin shall defile our souls no more. 

5. 'Tis best, 'tis infinitely best, 

To go, where tempters cannot come; 
Where saints and angels, ever blest, 
Dwell and enjoy their heav'nly home. 

6. O for a visit from my God ! 

To drive my fears of death away; 
And help me thro' this darksome road, 
To realms of everlasting day. 



HYMN CLIX. Pearse. 

DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS. 

1. With what a fixt and peaceful mind, 

The right'ous man expires ! 
Behold him breathing out his soul, 
In hopes and bless' d desires! 

2. Eternal glory now begins, 

To dawn upon his eyes ; 
And Jesus animates his song, 
While languishing he lies. 

8. No sins, or fears, disturb his soul, 
Nor terror from beiow T ; 
No worldly glory stops his flight, 
Or makes him loath to go» 



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4. Bright hosts of angels, round his bed, 

With holy ardour stand ; 
Ready to bear aloft his soul, 
At Jesu's high command. 

5. O how this bright, this blessed hope, 

My longing spirit warms ! 
O let me live and die, like him, 
Inclos'd in Jesu's arms. 



HYMN CLX. Doddridge. 

BLESSED ARE THE DEAD THAT DIE IN THE LORD. 
REV. XIV, 13. 

1. Why should our mournful thoughts de- 

light, 

To grovel in the dust? 
Or why our streaming tears unite, 
Around th' expiring just ? 

2. Did not the Lord our Saviour die, 

And triumph o'er the grave? 
Did not our Lord ascend on high, 
And prove his pow'r to save? 

3. Doth not the sacred spirit come, 

And dwell in all the saints ? 
And shall the temples of his grace, 
Resound with long complaints ? 



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4. Awake my soul, and like the sun, 

Burst thro' each sable cloud ; 
And thou ray voice, tho' broke with sighs, 
Tune forth thy songs aloud. 

5. Awake, ye saints that dwell in dust, 

And hymns of vict'ry sing; 
His dying saints may safely trust, 
Their ever living king. 



HYMN CLXI. Doddridge. 

DEPARTED SAINTS ASLEEP. 

Ik u Why flow these torrents of distress r" 
The gentle Saviour cries ; 
" Why are my sleeping saints survey'd, 
" With unbelieving eyes ? 

2. " Death's feeble arm shall never boast, 

" A friend of Christ is slain ; 
"Nor, o'er their meaner part in dust, 
" A lasting pow'r retain. 

3. " I come, on wings of love I come, 

" The slumb'rers to awake ; 
u My voice shall reach the deepest tomb, 
u And ail its bonds shall break. 

4. " Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise, 

" They rise to sleep no more ; 
" But rob'd with light, and crown'dwith joy 5 
" To endless day they soar." 



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5. Jesus! our faith receives thy word, 

And tho' fond nature weep, 
Grace learns to hail the pious dead, 
And emulate their sleep. 

6. Our willing souls thy summons wait, 

With them, to rest and praise; 
O ! let thy much lov'd presence cheer, 
These separating days. 



HYMN CLXII. Doddridge. 

SUBMISSION UNDER THE DEATH OF FRIENDS. 

1. Peace! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand 

That blasts our joys in death ; 
Changes the visage once so dear, 
And gathers back the breath. 

2. 'Tis he, the potentate supreme 

Of all the worlds above, 
Whose steady counsels wisely rule ; 
Nor from their purpose move. 

3. 'Tis he, whose justice might demand 

Our souls a sacrifice ; 
Yet, scatters, with unwearied hand, 
A thousand rich supplies. 

4. Our cov'nant God, and Father he, 

In Christ our bleeding Lord, 
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart, 
With one reviving word. 



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5, Fair garlands of immortal bliss, 

He weaves for ev'ry brow ; 
And shall rebellious passions rise, 
When he corrects us now? 

6. Silent we own Jehovah's name, 

We kiss the scourging hand, 
And yield our comforts, and our life, 
To thy supreme command. 



HYMN CLXIIL Doddridge. 

TRIUMPH IN DEATH. 

1. My God ! whose all-pervading eye 
Views earth beneath, and heav'n above, 
Witness, if here, or there thou seest 
An object of mine equal love. 

2. Not the gay scenes, where mortal men 
Pursue their bliss, and find their woe, 
Detain my rising heart, which springs 
The nobler joys of heav'n to view. 

3. Not all the fairest sons of light, 
That lead the army round thy throne, 
Can bound its flight; it presseth on, 
And seeks its rest in God alone. 

4. Fix'd near th' immortal source of bliss, 
Dauntless and joyous it surveys, 
Each form of horror and distress, 

That earth, combin'd with hell, can raise. 



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5. This feeble flesh shall faint and die; 
This heart renew its pulse no more ; 
Ev'n now it views the moment nigh, 
When life's last movements all are o'er. 

6. But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread, 
With thy own hand thy pow'r destroy ; 
'Tis thine, to bear my soul to God, 

My portion and eternal joy. 



HYMN CLXIV. Doddridge. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Lift up, ye saints, your weeping eyes, 
Suspend your sorrows and your sighs; 
Turn all your groans to joyful songs, 
Which Jesus dictates to your tongues. 

2. Thus saith the Saviour, from his throne, 
" Behold all former things are gone, 

" Past like an anxious dream away, 
" Chas'd by the golden beams of day. 

3. " See, in celestial pomp array'd, 
" A new-created world display'd ! 

" Mark w ith what light its prospects shine ! 
" How grand, how various, how divine! 

4. " There, my own gentle hand shall dry, 
" Each tear from each o'erflowing eye, 
" And open wide my friendly breast, 

" To lull the weary soul to rest. 

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5. " No more shall grief assail your heart, 
" No boding fear, no piercing smart : 

" For ever there, my people dwell, 

" Beyond the range of death and hell." 

6. Vain king of terrors ! boast no more, 
Thine ancient wide-extended pow'r ; 
Each saint in life, with Christ his head, 
Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead. 



HYMN CLXV. Doddridge. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. " Behold I come, (the Saviour cries,) 

" On wings of love, I fly 
So come, dear Lord ! (my soul replies,) 
And bring salvation nigh. 

2. Come, loose these bonds of flesh and sin ! 

Come, end my pains and cares ! 
Bear me to thy serene abode, 
Beyond the clouds and stars ! 

3. I greet the messengers of Death, 

By which thou calPst me home; 
But doubly greet that joyful hour, 
When thou thyself shalt come. 

4. Come, plead thy Father's injur' d cause, 

And make thy glory shine ! 
Come, rouse thy servants mould'ring dust, 
And their whole frame refine! 



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5. O come amidst th' angelic hosts, 

Their humble name to own ! 
And bear the full assembly back, 
To dwell around thy throne! 

6. With winged speed, Redeemer dear, 

Bring on th' illustrious day ! 
Come, lest our spirits droop and faint 
Beneath thy long delay ! 



HYMN CLXVI. Anonymous. 

JUDGMENT. 

1. Lo! he comes with clouds descending, 

Once for favour' d sinners slain; 
Thousand thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train : 

Hallelujah, 
Jesus now shall ever reign. 

2. Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, 

Rob'd in dreadful majesty; 
Those who set at nought, and sold him^ 
Pierc'd, and nail'd him to the tree; 

Deeply w T ailing, 
Shall the great Messiah see. 

3. Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, 

Heav'n, and earth, shall flee away; 
All who hate him, must confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day *. 

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Come to judgment, come away, 



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4. Now, redemption long expected, 
See in solemn pomp appear! 
All his saints by man rejected, 
Now shall meet him in the air; 

Hallelujah, 
See the day of God appear. 



HYMN CLXVII. Doddridge. 

THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

1. Yes, the Redeemer rose ! 
The Saviour left the dead ! 
And o'er our hellish foes, 
High rais'd his conqu'ring head : 

In wild dismay, the guards around, 
Fell to the ground, and sunk away. 

2. Lo ! the angelic bands, 
In full assembly meet, 

To wait his high commands, 

And worship at his feet : 
Joyful, they come, and wing their way, 
From realms of day, to such a tomb. 

3. Then back to heav'n they fly, 
And the glad tidings bear ; 
Hark! as they soar on high, 
What music fills the air; 

Their anthems say, " Jesus who bled, 
" Has left the dead, he rose to-day !" 



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4. Ye mortals! catch the sound, 
Redeeni'd, by him from hell, 
And send the echo round 

The globe on which you dwell ; 
Transported cry, "Jesus who bled, 
" Hath left the dead, no more to die!" 

5. All hail triumphant Lord ! 
Who sav'st us with thy blood ! 
Wide be thy name ador d, 
Thou rising, reigning God ! 

With thee, Ave rise, with thee, we reign, 
And empires gain, beyond the skies. 



HYMN CLXVIII. Doddridge. 

COME SEE THE PLACE WHERE THE LORD LAY. 

1. Ye humble souls that seek the Lord, 

Chase all your fears away; 
And bow with pleasure down to see, 
The place where Jesus lay. 

2. Thus low the Lord of life was brought ! 

Such wonders love can do! 
Thus cold in death that bosom lay, 
Which throb' d and bled for you ! 

S. Now dry your tears, and tune your songs, 
The Saviour lives again ! 
Not all the bolts, and bars of death, 
The conqu'ror could detain. 



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4. With joy like his, shall ev'ry saint, 
His empty tomb survey ; 
Then rise with his ascending Lord, 
To realms of endless day. 



HYMN CLXIX. Anonymous. 

lord's day morning. 

1. Awake, our drowsy souls! 
And burst the slothful band! 
The wonders of this day, 
Our noblest songs demand: 

Auspicious morn • thy blissful rays, 
Bright seraphs hail, in songs of praise. 

2. At thy approaching dawn, 
Reluctant Death resign'd, 
The glorious Prince of life, 
In the dark tomb, confin'd! 

Th' angelic host, around him bends, 
And midst their shouts, the God ascends. 

3. All hail triumphant Lord ! 
Heav'n with hosannas rings ; 
While earth, in humble strains, 
Thy praise responsive sings : 

Worthy art thou ! who once wast slain, 
Thro' endless years, to live and reign* 



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4. Gird on, great God! thy sword, 
Ascend, thy shining car, 
While justice, truth and love, 
Maintain the glorious war : 
Victorious thou ! thy foes shall tread. 
And sin, and heli, in triumph lead. 



HYMN CLXX, Anonymous. 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. Again my weekly labours end, 
And I the sabbath call attend, 
Improve my soul, the sacred rest, 
And seek to be for ever blest. 

2. This day let my devotions rise, 
To heav'n, a grateful sacrifice ; 
And God that peace divine bestow, 
Which none but they who feel it know, 

3. This holy calm within the breast, 
Prepares for that eternal rest, 
Which for the sons of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4. In holy duties let the day, 
In holy pleasures pass away; 

How sweet a sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of that which ne'er shall end. 



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HYMN CLXXI. Anonymous. 

THE SABBATH EVENING. 

1. Frequent the day of God returns, 

To shed its quick'ning beams : 
And yet, how slow devotion burns ! 
How languid are its flames ! 

2. Accept our faint attempts to love; 

Our frailties, Lord! forgive; 
We would be like thy saints above, 
And praise thee while we live. 

3. Increase, O Lord ! our faith and hope, 

And help us to ascend, 
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
The sabbath ne'er shall end. 

4. Where we shall breathe in heav'nly air, 

With heav'nly lustre shine; 
Before the throne of God, appear, 
And feast on love divine. 

5. Where we in high seraphic strains, 

Shall all our pow'rs employ ; 
Delighted, range th' etherial plains, 
And take our fill of joy. 



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HYMN CLXXIL Anonymous. 

DISx^IISSION. 

1, Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing", 

Bid us all depart in peace; 
Still, on gospel manna feeding*, 
Pure seraphic love increase. 

2. Fill each breast with consolation, 

Up to heav'n our voices raises 
When we reach that blissful station, 

Then we'll give thee nobler praise, 
And sing hallelujah to God and the Lamb, 

For ever, and ever, amen. 



HYMN CLXXIIL Hordle. 

THE SABBATH EVENING. 

1, This sacred day great God! we close, 

With gratitude and love ; 
And bless thee for the joyful news, 
Which hails us from above. 

2. May we retain the glorious truths, 

Recorded in thy word ; 
And with obedient lives, adorn, 
The doctrine of our Lord. 

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3. Ere long, we hope, to meet and join, 
The ransom' d throng in bliss; 
With joy, thine earthly courts we'll leave. 
To rise where Jesus is. 



HYMN CLXXIV. Doddridge. 

REJOICING IN COVENANT ENGAGEMENTS. 



1. O happy day that fixt my choice, 
On thee my Saviour and my God ! 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 

2. O happy bond that seals my vows, 
To him who merits all my love ! 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to that sacred shrine I move. 

3. 'Tis done, the great transaction's done! 
I am my Lord's ! and he is mine ! 

He drew me, and I follow'd on, 
Charm'd to confess, the voice divine. 

4. Now rest, my long divided heart, 
Fixt on this blissful centre, rest ! 
With ashes, who would grudge to part. 
When call'd on angels bread to feast! 



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o. High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow, 
That vow renew'd, shall daily hear; 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
And bless in death, a bond so dear. 



HY3IN CLXXV. Doddridge, 

THE PROSPERITY OF THE CHURCH. 

1. Blest Jesus ! bow thine ear, 
While we entreat thy love : 
O come and all our hearts possess, 
And our best passions move. 

% May we stand fast in thee, 

Tho' storms and tempests beat ; 
And in thy guardian arms obtain 
A calm, and safe retreat. 

3. Still be thy truth maintain'd, 
And still thy word obey'd: 

And to the merits of thy blood, 
A constant homage paid. 

4. So shall thy shepherds live, 
And raise their cheerful head; 

And in such blessings on their flock; 
Confess their toils repaid. 



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HYMN CLXXVI. Doddridge. 

A SACRAMENTAL HYMN. 

1. Hail sacred feast which Jesus makes! 
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood ! 
Thrice happy he, who here partakes 
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food. 

2. Why are its dainties all in vain 
Before unwilling hearts dispiay'd? 
Was not, for you, the victim slain ? 
Are you forbid, the childrens bread? 

3. O let thy table honour' d be, 

And furnish'd well, with joyful guests ; 
And may each soul salvation see, 
That here its sacred pledges taste. 

4. Let crouds approach, with hearts prepar'd, 
With hearts inflam'd, let all attend; 

Nor when we leave our Father's board^ 
The pleasure or the profit end. 

5. Revive thy dying churches, Lord I 
And bid our drooping graces live ; 
And more, that energy afford, 

A Saviour's blood alone can give. 



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HYMN CLXXVII. Doddridge, 

THE SAME SUBJECT. 

1. The King of heav'n his table spreads, 

What dainties crown the board ! 
Not Paradise with all its joys. 
Could such delight afford. 

2. Pardon and peace to dying men, 

And endless life are giv'n, 
Thro' the rich blood that Jesus shed, 
To raise our souls to heav'n. 

3. Millions of saints in glory now 

Were fed and feasted here ; 
And millions more, still on the way, 
Around the board appear. 

4. Yet is his house and heart so large, 

That millions more may come; 
Nor could the whole assembled world 
O'er-fill the spacious room. 

5. All things are ready, come away, 

Nor weak excuses frame; 
Croud to your places, at the feast, 
And bless the founder's name. 



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HYMN CLXXVIII. Doddridge. 

iC SHALL HE NOT, WITH HIM ALSO, FREELY GIVE 
US ALL THINGS." ROM. VIII, 32. 

1. Hath not the bounteous King of heav'n, 
From his embrace, already giv'n, 
That Son of his eternal love, 

Who filFd the brightest throne above ? 

2. Behold his hand on Jesus laid ! 
Behold that Lamb a victim made ! 
And what shall mercy hold too good, 
For sinners ransom'd with his blood ! 

3. I give my thoughts unbounded scope; 
On equal pinions soars my hope ; 

My faith at noblest objects aims, 
And what she sees, she humbly claims, 

4. With grateful rapture, I embrace, 
The sacred cov'nant of his grace; 
And in sweet expectation, wait 
The issues of a love so great. 



HYMN CLXXIX. Cowper. 

TO THE REDEEMER. 

I. Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood 
Shall never lose its pow'r, 
Till all the ransom'd church of God 
Be sav'd, to sin no more. 



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2. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, 

Thy flowing wounds supply; 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be, till I die. 

3. Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy pow'r to save; 
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue 
Lies silent, in the grave. 



HYMN CLXXX. Robinson. 

THE CROSS; OR, SITTING AT JESUS' FEET. 

1. Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross I spend ; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing, 

From the sinner's dying friend : 
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing, 

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood : 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 

Plead and claim my peace with God. 

2. Truly blessed is this station, 

Low before his cross to lie ; 
While I see divine compassion 

Floating in his languid eye; 
Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze : 
Love I much ! — I've much forgiven, 

I'm a miracle of grace! 



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3. Love and grief my heart dividing*, 

With rny tears his feet I'll bathe; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 

Life deriving from his death: 
May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go; 
Prove his wounds each day more healing, 

And himself more deeply know! 



HYMN CLXXXI Anonymous. 

FOR A MEETING OF MINISTERS ; OR, AN ORDI- 
NATION. 

1. Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 

And take th' alarm they give : 
Now let them, from the mouth of God, 
Their awful charge receive. 

2. 'Tis not a cause of small import, 

The pastor's care demands ; 
But what might fill an angel's heart, 
And fill'd a Saviour's hands. 

3. They watch for souls for which the Lord 

Did heav'nly bliss forego : 
For souls, which must for ever live, 
In raptures, or in woe. 

4. All to the great tribunal haste, 

Th' account to render there ; 
And shouldst thou strictly mark our faults, 
Lord ! where should we appear ? 



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5. May they that Jesus whom they preach, 
Their own Redeemer see ! 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 



HYMN CLXXXII. Mrs. Williams. 

FOR A FAST DAY. 

1. When Abram, full of sacred awe, 

Before Jehovah stood, 
And with a humble fervent pray'r, 
For guilty Sodom su'd. 

2. With what success, what wondrous grace, 

Was his petition crown'd ; 
The Lord would spare, if in the place 
Ten righteous men were found. 

3. And could a single holy soul 

So rich a boon obtain ? 
Great God ! and shall a nation cry, 
And plead with thee in vain ? 

4. Britain, all guilty as she is, 

Her num'rous saints can boast; 
And now their fervent pray'rs ascend,— 
And shall those pray'rs be lost? 

5. Are not the righteous dear to thee 

Now, as in ancient times ? 
Or, does this guilty land exceed 
Gomorrah in its crimes \ 



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6, Still are we thine, we bear thy name, 
Here yet is thine abode ; 
Long has thy presence bless'd our land, 
Forsake us not, O God ! 



HYMN CLXXXIII. Doddridge. 

FOR A DAY OF THANKSGIVING. 

1. Praise to the Lord ! who bows his ear, 
Propitious to his people's pray'r; 
And tho' deliv'rance long delay, 
Answers in his well-chosen day. 

2> Salvation doth to God belong; 

His pow'r and grace shall be our song: 
The tribute of our love we bring, 
To thee, our Saviour and our king. 

3. Our temples, guarded from the flame, 
Shall echo thy triumphant name; 
And ev'ry peaceful, private home, 
To thee, a temple shall become. 

4. Still be it our supreme delight 

To walk, as in thy honour' d sight : 
Still in thy precepts and thy fear, 
Till life's last hour to persevere* 



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HYMN CLXXXIV. Doddridge. 

SUBJECTION TO THE FATHER OF SPIRITS. 

HEB. XII, 9. 

1, Eternal source of life and thought, 
Be all beneath thyself forgot ; 

Whilst thee, great Parent-Mind, we own 
In prostrate homage round thy throne, 

2. O may we live before thy face, 
The willing subjects of thy grace; 
And thro' each path of duty move 
With filial awe, and filial love. 



HYMN CLXXXV. Anonymous, 

ASCRIPTION OF PRAISE TO GOD. 

1. Thou art the first, and thou the last, 

Time centres all in thee : 
Almighty God thou wast, and art, 
And evermore shall be. 

2. To thee, let ev'ry tongue be praise, 

And ev'ry heart be love ; 
All grateful honours paid by earth, 
And nobler songs above. 



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HYMN CLXXXVI. Doddridge. 

THE LORD'S PEOPLE HIS PORTION. — DEUTER0N. 
XXXII, 9. 

1. Sovereign of nature, all is thine, 

The air, the earth, the sea : 
By thee the orbs celestial shine, 
And cherubs live by thee. 

2. Rich in thy own essential store ; 

Thou call'st forth worlds at will: 
Ten thousand, and ten thousand more 
W ould hear thy summons still. 

3. What treasure wilt thou then confess ? 

And thy own portion call? 
What by peculiar right possess, 
Imperial Lord of all ? 

4. Thine Israel, thou wilt stoop to claim, 

Wilt mark them out for thine: 
Ten thousand praises to thy name, 
For goodness so divine ! 

5. That I am thine, my soul would boast. 

And boast its claim to thee ; 
Nor shall God's property be lost, 
Nor God be torn from me. 



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HYMN CLXXXVIL Cowper. 

THE SOWER. 

1. Ye sobs of earth, prepare the plough, 

Break up your fallow ground ! 
The sower is gone forth to sow, 
And scatter blessings round. 

2. The seed that finds a stony soil 

Shoots forth a hasty blade ; 
But ill repays the sower's toil, 

Soon wither' d, scorch'd, and dead. 

3. The thorny ground is sure to baulk 

All hopes of harvest there: 
We find a tall and sickly stalk, 
But not the fruitful ear. 

4. The beaten path and high-way side 

Receive the trust in vain ; 
The watchful birds the spoil divide, 
And pick up all the grain. 

5. But where the Lord of grace and power 

Has bless'd the happy field ; 
How plenteous is the golden stor& 
The deep-wrought furrows yield! 

<§. Father of mercies ! we have need 
Of thy preparing grace ; 
Let the same hand that gives the seed 
Provide a fruitful place, 

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HYMN CLXXXVIIL Doddridge. 

WITHDRAWMENT OF GOd's PRESENCE LAMENTED. 

1. A present God is all our strength, 
And all our joy and hope; 
When he withdraws, our comforts die, 
And ev'ry grace must droop. 

2 But flatt'ring trifles charm our hearts 
To court their false embrace, 
Till justly this neglected friend 
Averts his angry face. 

3. He leaves us, and we miss him not; 

But go presumptuous on, 
Till bahHed, wounded, and enslav'd, 
We learn, that God is gone. 

4. And what, my soul, can then remain, 

One ray of light to give ? 
Sever' d from him, their better life, 
How can his children live ? 

5. Hence, all ye painted forms of joy, 

And leave my heart to mourn : 
I would devote these eyes to tears, 
Till cheer' d by his return. 

6. Look back, my Lord ! and own the place, 

Where once thy temple stood ; 
For lo ! its ruins bear the mark 
Of rich atoning blood. 



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HYMN CLXXXIX. Doddridge. 

GOD A REFUGE IN TIMES OF DISTRESS. 

1. My soul! the awful hour will come, 
Apace it passeth on, 
To bear this body to the tomb, 
And thee to scenes unknown. 

IS. My heart, long laboring with its woes, 
Shall pant and sink away; 
And you, my eye|ids, soon shall close, 
On the last glim' ring ray. 

3. Whence in that hour shall I receive 

A cordial for my pain ; 
When, if earth's monarchs were my friends, 
Those friends would weep in vain ? 

4. Great King of Nature, and of Grace ! 

To thee, my spirit flies, 
And opens all its deep distress 
Before thy pitying eyes. 

5. All its desires, t o thee, are known, 

Anil ev'ry secret fear, 
The meaning of each broken groan, 
Well-notic'd by thine ear. 

6. O fix me by that mighty pow'r, 

Which to such love belongs, 
Where darkness veils the eyes no more, 
And groans are chang'd to songs. 



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HYMN CXC. Doddridge. 

CHRIST CRUCIFIED. 

1. Beholt> th' amazing sight, 
The Saviour lifted high ! 

Behold the Son of God's delight 
Expire in agony ! 

2. For whom, for whom, my hearty 
Were all these sorrows borne ? 

Why did he feel that piercing smarts 
And meet that various scorn ? 

3. For love of us, he bled, 
And all in torture died : 

'Twas love, that bow'd his fainting head* 
And op'd his gushing side. 

4. I see, and I adore, 
In sympathy of love: 

I feel the strong attractive powV, 
To lift my soul above. 

5. Drawn by such cords as these, 
Let all the earth combine, 

With cheerful ardour to confess 
The energy divine. 

6. In thee, our hearts unite, 
Nor share thy griefs alone, 

But from thy cross, pursue their flighty 
To thy triumphant throne. 



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HYMN CXCI. Doddridge. 

THE EFFECTS OF THE GOSPEL. 

I 

1. Amazing beauteous change! 
A world created new ! 

My thoughts with transport range, 
The lovely scene to view; 

In all I trace, Saviour divine ! 

The work is thine, be thine the praise. 

2. Where pointed brambles grew, 
Entwin'd with horrid thorn, 
Gay flow'rs for ever new 

The painted fields adorn ; 
The blushing rose, and lily there, 
In union fair, their sweets disclose. 

3. Where the bleak mountain stood, 
All bare and disarray'd, 

See the wide-branching wood 
Diffuse its grateful shade; 
Tall cedars nod, and oaks and pines, 
And elms and vines, confess the God. 

4. The tyrants of the plain 
Their savage chase give o'er; 
No more they rend the slain, 
And thirst for blood no more : 

But infant hands fierce tigers stroke, 
And lions yoke in flow'ry bands. 



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5. O when, almighty Lord ! 

Shall these glad scenes arise; 

To verify thy word, 

And bless our wond'ring eyes ! 

That earth may raise, with all its tongues, 

United songs of ardent praise. 



HYMN CXCII. Doddridge. 

JESUS SEEN OF ANGELS. 

1. O ye immortal throng 

Of angels round the throne, 
Join with our feeble song, 
To make the Saviour known : 
On earth ye knew his wondrous grace, 
His beauteous face, in heav'n ye view. 

2. Ye saw the heav'n-born child, 
In human flesh array 'd, 
Benevolent and mild, 
While in the manger laid : 

And praise to God, and peace on earth, 
For such a birth, proclaim'd aloud. 

3. Around the bloody tree, 

Ye press'd with strong desire, 
That wondrous sight to see, 
The Lord of life expire ; 

And, could your eyes have known a tear. 

Had drop'd it there, ia sad surprise. 



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4» Around his sacred tomb, 
A willing watch ye keep ; 
Till the blest moment come 
To rouse him from his sleep : 
Then roll'd the stone, and all ador'd 
Your rising Lord with joy unknown, 

5. When all array'd in light 
The shining conqu'ror rode, 
Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight 
Up to the throne of God ; 

And wav'd around your golden wings, 
And struck your strings of sweetest sound, 

6. The warbling notes pursue, 
And louder anthems raise; 
While mortals sing with you, 
Their own Redeemer's praise : 

And thou, my heart, with equal flame. 
And joy the same, perform thy part. 



1. Great God ! in vain man's narrow view 
Attempts to look thy nature thro': 

Our lab'ring pow'rs with rev'rence own 
Thy glories never can be known. 

2. Not the high seraph's mighty thought, 
Who countless years his God has sought. 
Such wondrous height, or depth can find, 
Or fully trace thy boundless mind. 



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Kippis. 



GOD IN 



S COMPREHENSIBLE. 



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3. Yet, Lord ! thy kindness deigns to show 
Enough for mortal minds to know; 
While wisdom, goodness, pow'r divine, 
Thro' all thy works and conduct shine. 

4. O ! may our souls with rapture trace 
Thy works of nature, and of grace; 
Explore thy sacred name, and still 
Press on to know and do thy will! 



HYMN CXCIV. Toplady. 

THE DYING CHRISTIANAS SOLILOQUY. 
PART I. 

1. Deathless principle, arise! 
Soar, thou native of the skies ! 
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 
To his glorious likeness wrought ; 
Go, to shine before his throne — 
Deck his mediatorial crown ; 

Go, his triumphs to adorn — 
Made for God, to God return. 

2. Lo, he beckons from on high ! 
Fearless, to his presence fly — 
Thine, the merit of his blood, 
Thine, the righteousness of God ! 
Angels, joyful to attend, 
Hov'ring round thy pillow bend; 
Wait to catch the signal giv'n, 
And escort thee quick to heav'n. 



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3. Is thy earthly house distrest ? 
Willing to retain its guest ? 
'Tis not thou, but it must die — 
Fly, celestial tenant fly ! 
Burst thy shackles — drop thy clay — 
Sweetly breathe thyself away — 
Singing, to thy crown remove — 
Swift of wing, and fir'd with love. 



part n. 

4* Shudder not, to pass the stream, 
Venture all thy care, on him ; 
Him — whose dying love and pow'r 
Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar: 
Safe, is the expanded wave. 
Gentle, as a summer's eve ; 
Not one object, of his care, 
Ever suffer' d shipwreck there. 

5. See the haven, full in view ! 
Love divine shall bear thee thro*: 
Trust, to that propitious gale, 
Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail! 
Saints, in glory perfect made, 
Wait thy passage thro' the shade; 
Ardent for thy coming o'er, 

See they throng the blissful shore ! 

6. Mount, their transports to improve— 
Join the longing choir above — 
Swiftly to their wish be giv'n — 
Ki$dle higher joy in heav'n!— 



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Such the prospects that arise, 
To the dying Christian's eyes! 
Such the glorious vista, faith 
Opens thro' the shades of death ! 



HYMN CXCV. Kelly. 

PEACE AND UNITY. 

1. While contests rend the Christian church, 
O may I live the friend of peace! 

The sacred mine of scripture search, 
And learn from man, vain man to cease. 

2. O teach me, Lord ! thy truth to know, 
And separate from all beside ! 

This I would guard from ev'ry foe, 
Nor fear the issue to abide. 

3. But keep me, Lord ! from party zeal, 
That seeks its own, and not thy praise: 
This temper I would never feel ; 

Or when I do, would own it base.. 

4. Be mine, to recommend thy grace, 
That sinners may believe and live ; 
That they who live, may run the race, 
And then a crown of life receive. 

5. Lord! search thy servant, search him thro', 
Detect, destroy, what's not thine own : 
Whene'er I speak, whate'er I do, 

O may I speak thy praise alone. 



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HYMN CXCVL Newton. 

SATURDAY EVENING. 

1. Safely thro' another week, 
God has brought us on our way; 
Let us now a blessing seek, 

On th' approaching sabbath-day: 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2. Mercies, multiply'd each hour, 
Thro' the week our praise demand ; 
Guarded by Almighty pow'r, 

Fed and guided by his hand: 
Tho' ungrateful we have been, 
Only made returns of sin. 

3. While we pray for pard'ning grace, 
Thro' the dear Redeemer's name, 
Shew thy reconciled face, 

Shine away our sin and shame : 
From our worldly care set free, 
May we rest this night with thee. 

4. When the morn shall bid us rise, 
May we feel thy presence near ! 
May thy glory meet our eyes, 
When we in thy house appear ! 
There afford us, Lord ! a taste, 
Of our everlasting feast. 



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5. May thy gospel's joyful sound 
Conquer sinners, comfort saints; 
Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief for all complaints; 
Thus may all our sabbaths prove, 
Till Ave join the church above. 



HYMN CXCVIL Doddridge. 

THE WISE CHOICE. 

1. My soul! with all thy waken' d pow'rs, 

Survey the heav'nly prize; 
Nor let these glitt'ring toys of earth 
Allure thy wand'ring eyes. 

2. The joys and treasures of a day, 

I cheerfully resign; 
Rich in that large immortal store,. 
Secured by grace divine. 

So Let fools, my wiser choice, deride, 
Angels and God approve; 
Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell, 
My stedfast soul shall move. 

4. With ardent eye, that bright reward, 
I daily will survey ; 
And, in the blooming prospect lose 
The sorrow s of the way. 



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HYMN CXCVIII. Doddridge. 

COMFORT IN DEATH. 

L Behold the gloomy vale, 

Which thou, my soul, must tread, 
Beset with terrors fierce and pale, 
That leads thee to the dead. 

2. Ye pleasing scenes, adieu, 
Which I so long have known ; 

My friends, a long farewell to you, 
For I must pass alone. 

3. And thou, beloved clay, 
Long partner of my cares, 

In this rough path art torn away, 
With agony and tears. 

4. But, see ! a ray of light, 
With splendours all divine, 

Breaks thro' these doleful realms of night, 
And makes its horrors shine. 

5. Where death and darkness reigns, 
Jehovah is my stay; 

His rod, my trembling feet sustains, 
His staff defends my way. 

6. Dear Shepherd! lead me on; 
My soul disdains to fear; 

Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown> 
Now life's great Lord is near. 

K K 



374 



HYMNS. 



[BOOK If. 



HYMN CXCIX Newton. 

FOR A NEW YEAR. 

1. While, with ceaseless course, the sim 
Hasten' d thro' the former year, 
Many souk their race have run, . 
Never more to meet us here; 
Finish' d is probation's day, 

They have done with all below; 

We a little longer stay, 

But how little none can know* 

2. As the winged arrow flies, 
Speedily the mark to find; 

As the lightning from the skies 
Darts and leaves no trace behind; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream; 
Upwards, Lord! our spirits raise; 
All below is but a dream. 

8. Thanks, for mercies past, receive ; 
Pardon of our sins renew; 
Teach us, henceforth, how to live, 
With eternity in view. 
Bless thy word to young and old; 
Fill us with our Father's love; 
And, when life's short tale is told, 
May we dwell with thee above ! 



BOOK II.] 



HYMUS. 



HYMN CC. -Anonymous. 

SECOND COMING OF CHRIST. 

1. Lo! he comes, from heav'n descending, 

Comes — to raise the sleeping dead; 
Midst ten thousand saints and angels^ 
See, our great exalted head! 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 

2. Full of joyful expectation, 

Saints, behold the Judge appear! 
Truth and justice go before him, 
Now the blissful sentence hear : 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 

3. u Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

" Enter into life and joy ; 
" Banish all your fears and sorrows, 
46 Endless praise be your employ.'* 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, to the skies. 

4. Now, at once, they rise to glory, 

Jesus brings them, to the King; 
There, with all the hosts of heaVn* 
They eternal anthems sing: 

Hallelujah, 
Boundless glory> to the Lamb> 



376 



HYMNS. 



[BOOK ft. 



HYMN CCL 



Luther. 



THE END OF TIME. 



Great God ! what do I see and hear ? 

The end of things created ; 
The Judge of mankind doth appear, 

On clouds of glory seated : 
The trumpet sounds — the graves restore 
The dead which they contain'd before, 

Prepare my soul to meet him. 



GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST. 

1. Glory to God in highest strains, 

In highest worlds be paid , 
His glory by our lips proclaim'd r 
And by our lives display'd. 

2. When we shall reach those blissful realms^ 

Where Christ exalted reigns, 
We'll learn of the celestial choir^ 
Their own immortal strains, 



HYMN CCII. 



Doddridge, 



THE END, 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Note, The Letters a, h, denote the First and Second Bwk* 
The figures direct to the Hymn t 



A. 

Abiding in Christ, a 138, 168. h 102, 175. 

Acceptance through Christ, a 67. 

Acceptable year, a 116. 

Activity in religion, a 1*22. b 132. 

Adam, first and second, b 29. 

Afflictions, support under, a 27, 30, 135, h 

189. sanctified, b 97. 
All-sufficiency of God, a 5. 
Angels, song of, a 47. Jfesus seen of, a 62. h 

192. 

Ascension of Christ, a 57. 

B. 

Backsliders, God's compassion to, b 27, 
Believers, weak encouraged, b 20. 
Benevolence, christian, a 92. 
Bible, excellency of the, a 38, 39, 40, 

L h 



378 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS, 



Blessing of God necessary, a 97. 
Blessings, temporal and spiritual, a 18. given 

in Christ, b J 78. 
Boldness, christian, a 65. 
Bounty, divine, h 8, 17. 
Burial of a believer, a 183. 

C. 

Canaan, heavenly, a 186. h 105. 

Care, a remedy for anxious, h 23. 

Charity, evangelical, a 84. christian, b 95. 

Children, b 149, 150, 151, 152, 153, 154. di- 
vine condescension to, a 145. 

Christ, abiding in him, a 138. birth of, a 48. 
his coming, a 113. his second coming, a 184. 
b 200. conqueror, b 64, 65. death of, a 52, 
55. death and resurrection, a 55, 56, 59, 
164. desire of the nations, b 58. crucified, 
a 52. b 190. resurrection and ascension, a 
57, 58, 60. b 114. the foundation of our 
hope, a 44. intercessor, b 60. fountain of 
life, b 51, 66. glorious presence in heaven, 
a 61. great high priest, b 60. the prophet of 
the church, b 142. the great physician, a 
140. his humiliation and exaltation, a 53. 
the lamb of God, b 44. king of the church, 
b 63. life and comfort from him, a 137. b 
43. light of the world, b 62. love to him, a 
139. b 40, 41, 42, 58. not ashamed of him, 
a 65. our redeemer, a 67. Z> 36, 37, 38, 39. 
praise to him, a 49, 54. pearl of great price, 
b 67. precious to believers, a 63. b 40, 41, 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



379 



42, 67. salvation by him, a 64. shepherd, a 

66, b 56, 57. sun of righteousness, b 6L. 

strength from him, b 43. teacher, b 142, 

his unchangeable love, b 54. victorious, b 

64, 65. 
Christians, nominal, b 88. 
Church, its future peace and glory, b 115 r 

fellowship with, b 174. 
Communion with God, a 104, 105, 141. b 22. 

of saints, a 85. b 174. 
Compassion, divine, a 70, 71, 72. b IS, 21. 

to sinners, b 47, 48. of Jesus, b 49, 50. 

christian, a 92, 94. 
Confidence in God, a 17, 133. Z> 19. 
Conscience, a good, a ill. 
Constancy, a 168. 
Consolation from God, b 24. 
Contentment, a 20, 196. 
Conversion, 6 33. encouragement to, b 78. 
Courage, religious, a 65. 6 10. 
Course, christian, a 122. 

Covenant, support from it, a 106. engage- 
ments rejoicing in, b 174. 
Creation, a 1, 2, 3, 4. 

Creatures, insufficient for happiness, a 129* 
D. 

Darkness, hope in, a 26, 30. 
Day of grace, a 72, 197. of judgment, a 184, 
185. 

Death, a 148, 149. triumph in, b 163, 164, 
165, 198. a blessing to believers, b 13^ 



380 



INI>EX OF SUBJECTS. 



158, 159, 160. of infants, b 155, 156. of a 
youth, b 157. of a christian, a 182. b 112. 
the fear of, subdued, b 110. of friends, sub- 
mission under, b 162. 

Dedication to God, self, a 32, 34. b 174. 

Deliverance, personal, a 174. celebrated, b 
134. national, a 175. 

Departed saints asleep, b 161. happiness of, 
b 160. 

Devotion, habitual, a 9. secret, a 96. 
Diligence, christian, a 122. 
Dominion, God's sovereign, a 2, 5. 
Doxologies,, a 209, 210. 
Dying christian, a 182. A 194. 

E. 

Earth and heaven, b 111. 

Ebenezer, or help from God, a 22, 34. 

End of time, b 201 

Equity and justice, b 92. 

Eternal life, a 46. 

Eternity, of God, a 6. solemn thoughts of, b 76, 
Evening, a 157, 158, 159. 
Examination, self, a 95. 
Example of Christ, a 50, 51, 69. 
Expex'ience past, encouraging to hope, h 54. 

F. 

Father, God our, b 14. 

Faith, in God, a 17, 26, 29, 133. b 12. in 
Christ, a 44. b 84. we walk by, a 82. and 
holiness, b 88. 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS* 



881 



Faithfulness of God, a 100, 207. christian^ 

and truth, h 94. 
Family religion, a 144. 
Fast-day, a 176, 177. b 182. 
Favour, divine, implored, b 26, 
Fear subdued, b 54. 
Formality in religion, a 198. 
Foundation of hope, a 43, 44, 
Fountain of life, b 51, 66. 
Frailty, human, a 148. 

a 

Gentiles admitted to gospel privileges, a 195, 
Glory of God, a 3. b 185. in the highest, a 
8. b 202. 

God, above all praise, a 7. adored, a 173. b 
3, 15. all-sufficient, a 129. b 108. bounty of, 
h 8. chief good, b H. delight in, & 7. his 
being, and perfections, a 1, 8. eternity of, 
a 6. 6, 188. faith in him, a 17, 26, 27, 29. 
greatness of, b 4. faithfulness, a 100. good- 
ness, a 18, 76. hope in him, b 13. immuta- 
ble, a 26, 207. incomprehensible, b 3, 193, 
majesty, a 6, 7, 103. wisdom, a 19. a refuge, 
b 189. our guide, a 16. present with his 
people, a 105. his presence withdrawn b 
188. shepherd, a 15. sovereignty, b 5, 99. 
subjection to him, b 184. 

Goodness, divine, a 18, 76. £ 117. 

Gospel, effects of it, a 43, 115. b 191. its en- 
couragements^ a 76, 142, h 47, 48, 83. hear- 



332 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



ers of, h 187. first preached at Jerusalem, 
a 119. invitation, b 48, 49. praise for it, a 
192. rejected, a 198. success of it prayed 
for, a 41, 42, 112. b 139. glorious, a 41. b 
140. power of God to salvation, a 43. 

Grace, distinguishing', a 197. growth in, a 
134. pardoning, a 118, 142. redeeming, a 
67. salvation by, b 85. 

Gratitude, religious, a 18, 109. b 1, 116: 

Guidance, divine, a 16. 

Guilt, support under a sense of, a 99, 137. 
refuge from, a 74. b 35. 

H. 

Happiness, real, a 107, 136. in time and eter- 
nity, a 12, 107, 108. not from the world, a 
37, 129. in God's favour, a 36. in heaven 
perfect, b 109. 

Harvest, a 171. 

Healing, spiritual, a 140. 

Hearers of the gospel, b 187. 

Heart, hardness of, lamented, b 69. 

Heaven, a 186, 187, 188. longing for, b ]06, 
in view 7 , b 107. and earth, b 111. 

Heavenly mindedness, a 91, 131. 

Help from God, a 22, 26, 34. 

Holiness and comfort, a 93. the fruit of faith, 
b 88. 

Holy spirit, influence of, desired, a 81. 
Hope, christian, a 83. of mercy, a 75. 
Humility, a 88. and resignation, 6 98. 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



383 



L J. 

Jesus, his compassion, a 72. condescension, 
a 70, 71. eternal life from him, a 46. invita- 
tions of, a 45, 117, 119. b 48, 49. king of 
glory, a 114. Lord of all, a 200. looking to 
him, a 69. the way, the truth, and the life, 
a 44. 

Incarnation of Christ, a 48, 113. 

Inconstancy in religion, a 128. b 103. 

Inheritance, heavenly, b 131. 

Intercession of Christ, b 59, 

Journey, the great, a 151. b 100. 

Joy, eternal approaching, a 187. 

Judgment, a 184, 185. b 79, 81, 166, 200. a 

motive to repentance, b 79. 
J ustice and equity, b 92. 

K. 

Kindred, death of improved, a 178. 
Ring of glory, a 114. 
Kingdom of God, seeking first, a 126. 
Knowledge, divine, a 101. self, a 95. 

L. 

Land, the promised, a 186. b 105. 

Law of liberty, b 87. 

Liberality, christian, b 95. 

Liberty, spiritual, b 87. real, b 93. 

Life, eternal from Christ, a 137. b 113, God 



S84 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



the fountain of, a 36. the sovereign of, b 99. 
vanity of human, a 35, 37. the journey of, 
b 100. a voyage, b 120, 121. 
Lord of all, Jesus, a 200. Lord's day, a 160, 
163, 164. 165, 191. prayer, a 201. supper, 
a 166, 167. 

Love to God, b 88. brotherly, a 85. b 90. to 
Christ, a 139. to God and man, a 94. to our 
neighbour, b 89. continuing in Christ's, a 
168. of Christ to us, b 38. 

M. 

Majesty of GoS, a 103. 
Mariner, the spiritual, b 120, 121. 
Meditations on death, a 179. in the night 

season, a 159. 
Meekness, a 86. 

Mercies, national, a 175. implored, a 111. to 

sinners, b 82. 
Mercy of God, a 24, 75, 142. b 82. to sufferers, 

a 87. 

Ministers, for a meeting of, b 181. 
Morning, a 155, 156. 
Mortality, man's, a 148, 149, 151. 
Mourner, spiritual, a 98, 132, 201. 
Mutability of creatures, a 35. b 130, 

N. 

Nativity of Christ, a 47, 48, 113. 
Negligence, spiritual, lamented^ b 76. 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



385 



Neighbour, love to him, a 94. 
New year's day, a 152, 153. 

O. 

Obedience the fruit of faith, b 86. 
Omniscience, divine, a 77. 
Ordination, for an, h 181. 

P. 

Pardon implored, a 73, 74, 77. b 147. 
Pardoning* grace, a 118, 142. b 53, 72, 74. 
Patience, a 21. 

Peace, a 86. and pardon^ b 53. and unity, b 

195. national, implored, a 177. 
People of God his portion, b 186. 
Perseverance, a 138, 168. 
Physician, the great, a 140. 
Pilgrim's wish, b 25, 

Pilgrimage, the christian, a 79. b 124, 125, 
126, 127. 

Praise, hymns of, a 10, 12, 49, 110, 143. b 1, 
9, 10, 117. 

Prayer, b 19, 22, 135, 143, 144, 146. secret, a 
96. family, a 144. the Lord's, a 202. encou- 
ragement to, b 145, 146. 

Pride and humility, a 88. 

Privileges, misimproved lamented, b 77. 

Promises of God, a 100. 

Propitiation, the, b 36. 

Prospect, the christian's, b 124, 125, 129. 

M M 



386 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Prosperity, from God, a 97. and adversity, a 

134. of a church, h lib. 
Protection, divine, a 15. 

Providence and grace, a 18. mysteries of, a 
14, 30. 

R. 

Race, christian, a 122. 

Ransom, the, b 34. 

Reason, insufficiency of human, a 44. 

Redeemer, praise to the, a 49, 54. b 38, 39, 

44, 45, 68, 119. 
Redeeming the time, a 123. love, b 38. 
Redemption, a 11, 67. b 34, 36, 37. 
Refuge, from guilt, a 74, 75. in death, b 123. 

God our, a 23, 135. 
Regeneration, b 30, 33. 

Religion, declining in, a 128. early, a 126. b 
148, 149, 150, 151, 152, 153, 154. encou- 
ragements of, a 127. family, a 144. the great 
concern, a 124, 126. pleasures of, b 126, 
127, 128. its prosperity prayed for, a 112. 

Repentance, commanded, b 71. encouraged, 
b 73. and pardon, b 53, 72, 73, 74. 

Resignation, a 19, 20, 21. b 96. 

Rest, for the weary, b 49. 

Resurrection of Christ, a 55, 56, b 167, 168. 
of his followers, a 180, 181. the general, 
and final sentence, a 185. 

Retirement, religious, a 95. b 22. 



IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



387 



Reward, the christian's, a 1*27. 
Revelation, a 38, 39, 40. b 28. 
Righteousness, self, disclaimed, a 88. Christ 
our, b 118. 

s. 

Sabbath, the eternal, a 163. hymn for the a 
160, 161, 162, 164, 165. b 167, 168, 169, 
170. close of the, b 171, 172, 173, 

Sacramental hymn, a 166, 167, 168. b 176, 
177, 178, 179, 180. 

Sacrifice, living, a 68, 

Salvation, b 46, 47, 141. approaching, a 121* 

by Christ alone, a 44, 46, 66. 
Sanctification, b 118. 
Saturday evening, a hymn for, b 196. 
Scriptures, the holy, a 38, 39, 40. 
Seasons, a 154. 
Sentence, final, a 185. b 200. 
Seriousness prayed for, b 76, 80. 
Sermon, before, b 136, 137, 142. after, b 138, 

139. 

Shame, in religion reproved, a 65. condemned, 
b 101. 

Shepherd, Christ the good, a 66. b 56, 57. 

God our, a 15, 169. 
Sickness, comfort in, a 28. recovery from, a 

174. spiritual, healed, a 140. 
Sin, conviction of, b 31, 33. confession of, b 

75. the sting of death, a 180. 



388 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Sincerity, a 139. 

Sinners, careless compassion foy , b 32, 70. 

Sorrow, godly, a 73, 74. 

Soul, care of the, a 124. 

Sovereign of life, God the, b 99. 

Sower, the spiritual, b 187. 

Spirit's influence implored, a 81. b 30, 104. 

assistance, b 108. 
Spiritual mindedness, a 104. 
Spring, for the, a 170. 

Stedfastness, christian, a 138, 168. 6 102, 
175. 

Strength, supplied by God, b 13, 43, 135. 
Submission to the will of God, a 19. 20, 21. 
b 96. 

Success of the gospel, a 42, 112, 120. 

Summer, and harvest, a 171. 

Support from God's covenant, a 106. in 

prayer, b 135. 
Sympathy, christian, a 92. 



T. 

Tears, the Saviour's, for sinners, a 72. 
Thanksgiving day, for a, a 175. b 183. 
Throne of grace, a 74. 
Time and eternity, praising God in, a 109. 
Time, progress of, a 150. b 80. redeeming', a 

123. shortness of, a 149. our's iu the hand 

of God, a 32. 
Traveller's hymn, a 25* 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



389 



Trust in God, a 23. 

Truth and faithfulness, b 94. 

IL 

Unbelief, h 52. 

Unchangeable, God, a 6, 26. b 6. grace and 

power of Christ, b 55. 
Union with Christ, a 138. b 102. 
Unity, christian, a 85. b 91. and peace, b 195. 

V, 

Vanity of the world, a 90. 

W. 

Walking with God, a 104. 

War, fast-day in time of, a 176, 

Warfare, christian, a 78. b 122. 

Winter, a 172. 

Wisdom, true, a 124. b 197. 

Word of God, a 38, 192. 

Worldly-mindedness, a 130. 

Worship, angelic, b 16. conclusion of, a 203, 
204, 207, 208, 209, 2J0. family, a 144. for- 
mality in, a 198. heavenly, a 61. private, a 
96. public, a 161. 5 124. sincere, b 2, 

Worthy the Lamb, b 44. 

Y. 

Year, new, a 152, 153. Z> 199. crowned with 
goodness, a 154. 



/ pm 

INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Young persons, prayer for, a 147. encourage 
ment given to them, a 146. b 50, 148, 149$ 
150, 15 J, 152, 153, 154. 

Z. 

Zeal, a 122. h 132. 




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